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Jacaranda
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Jacaranda foi lançado em 16 de outubro de 2026 por Independent como parte do álbum Fishing is not about fishing
16 de outubro de 2026
EditoraIndependent
IdiomaEnglish
BPM111
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Jacaranda, silly summer, everything is wet
Hailstones bigger than my thumb are piling up against the gate
Andy's back to renting, says he can't afford to buy
Reads the news and mourns his marriage cancels flights
Pigeons gather 'round my brother, set the table for one other
Whiskey tango, where's your mother? Everybody fights
I don't know what I'm coming home to
And I don't know how to cry about it
We drive out to Soweto on a double-decker bus
And I meet you at the blue bar, sunset curling up with rust
Joburg's like a canvas that I forgot to stretch
Oh, such thin lines to colour, I've no sense of what is left
Unfamiliar, migraine splitter, Bree Street gas line blue
I no longer hold your hand now when we cross Fourth Avenue
Big abandoned buildings like the house that we once knew
I don't know what I'm coming home to
And I don't know how to cry about it
I don't know what I'm coming home to
And I don't know how to cry about it
Hot December, friends remember, sweating with the land
Lips sticky with green Zambuk and the joy of finally feeling sad
Drive the seven hours that it takes to touch the sand
Thinking, "Are you still my mother if you're no longer with my dad?"
I swore I'd never leave my children, swore I'd stick it out this time
But God, I just can't do it for your safety and for mine
I don't know what I'm coming home to
But at least now I can cry about it
I don't know what I'm coming home to
But at least now I can cry about it
I don't know what I'm coming home to
But at least now I can cry about it
I don't know what I'm coming home to
But at least now I can cry about it
I don't know what I'm coming home to
But at least now I can cry about it
Written by: Ruby Mary Gill
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