Meanwhile, in L.A. traffic The crowd looks drastic Theres hell to pay Car tires, crushing plastic And all those things thrown away Above the engines stalling The sky is falling on everything I heard the waves are breaking The earth is quaking, so I spread my wings And Im coming home Im coming home And Im coming home Back to your sweet potatoes And black tornadoes And tourists are picture taking This town is faking but it dont fool me The witches is sick of waiting So she sells gun shells by the sea I turned the car back over The engine smoldered The sky was charred It was somewhere in Flora Vista I really missd ya And it hit me hard And Im coming home Yeah, Im coming home Im coming home Back to your sweet potatoes And black tornadoes And I can hear your boots on hardwood floors I can hear your heart and I want more I can hear your voice ignite the chorus I can hear, I can hear Meanwhile, in L.A. traffic My hands look plastic Its time to flee So Im coming home Yeah, Im coming home Yeah, Im coming home Back to your sweet potatoes And black tornadoes Yeah, Im coming home Im coming home Yeah, Im coming home Back to your sweet potatoes And black tornadoes
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