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Meanwhile in LA traffic The crowd looks drastic There's hell to pay Car tires crushing plastic And all those things we throw 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 I'm coming home I'm coming home And I'm coming home Back to your sweet potatoes And black tornados Tourists are picture taking This town is faking But it don't fool me The waitress 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 Letras de cancionesI really missed ya, and it hit me hard So I'm coming home And I'm coming home I'm coming home Back to your sweet potatoes And black tornados 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 it, I can hear it Meanwhile in LA traffic My hands look plastic It's time to flee So I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home Back to your sweet potatoes And black tornados I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home Back to your sweet potatoes And black tornados From Letras Mania