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Broken Promises on the Copperbelt (Remix)

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[male

vocals] (

Soft

acoustic

guitar

picking) (

Slow,

rhythmic

heartbeat-like

bass

pulse)

Yeah…

it’

s

a

lesson

learned.

Three

years

of

holding

you

up.

Only

for

the

dust

to

settle

on

us.

I

remember

the

day

you

knocked

on

my

door

You

said

the

rent

was

due

and

you

couldn't

pay

anymore

I

opened

my

home,

I

gave

you

my

space

I

looked

at

the

tears

running

down

your

face

For

three

long

years,

I

kept

you

safe

and

warm

I

shielded

your

heart

from

the

heat

and

the

storm

We

shared

every

meal,

we

shared

every

dream

But

things

are

never

quite

as

they

seem.

And

now

you’

re

driving

away

in

a

brand

new

Benz

But

you’

re

still

counting

up

all

your

borrowed

ends

After

the

help,

after

the

love

that

I

gave

You

treat

our

history

like

it's

just

a

grave

Oh,

the

betrayal

hits

like

a

heavy

rain

Leaving

me

here

to

carry

all

the

pain.

Then

came

the

pastor,

knocking

on

the

side

With

nowhere

to

run

and

nowhere

to

hide

She

doesn't

run

business,

she

doesn't

run

trade

But

she

ruined

the

path

that

I

carefully

made

She

went

to

my

client,

she

spoke

in

my

name

Using

the

gospel

to

play

a

dirty

game

These

fake

prophets,

they

walk

in

the

light

But

they

hide

in

the

shadows

to

steal

in

the

night.

And

now

you’

re

driving

away

in

a

brand

new

Benz

But

you’

re

still

counting

up

all

your

borrowed

ends

After

the

help,

after

the

love

that

I

gave

You

treat

our

history

like

it's

just

a

grave

Oh,

the

betrayal

hits

like

a

heavy

rain

Leaving

me

here

to

carry

all

the

pain.

I

learned

the

hard

way

what

they

really

mean

When

they

talk

about

the

greed

behind

the

scene

We

give

our

spirit,

we

give

what

we

own

But

you

reap

the

seeds

that

you

haven't

even

sown

No

more

free

rides,

no

more

open

doors

I’

m

sweeping

the

house,

I'm

scrubbing

the

floors

Of

everything

you

touched,

of

everything

you

lied

I’

m

leaving

the

hurt

and

the

shame

deep

inside.

So

go

on

your

way

with

your

fancy

new

car

Don’

t

look

back

at

the

place

where

you’

ve

left

a

scar

I’

m

done

being

kind,

I’

m

done

being

the

fool

I’

m

making

my

own

way,

I’

m

setting

the

rule

To

all

the

people

who

took

all

I

had

The

memory

of

you

makes

me

bitter

and

sad

But

lesson

is

learned,

the

chapter

is

closed

I’

m

done

with

the

hearts

that

are

darkly

composed.

And

now

you’

re

driving

away

in

a

brand

new

Benz

But

you’

re

still

counting

up

all

your

borrowed

ends

After

the

help,

after

the

love

that

I

gave

You

treat

our

history

like

it's

just

a

grave

Oh,

the

betrayal

hits

like

a

heavy

rain

Leaving

me

here

to

carry

all

the

pain.

Yeah,

three

years

of

dust.

Three

years

of

trust…

turned

to

stone.

Keep

the

Benz.

I’

ll

keep

my

peace. (

Fading

acoustic

guitar)

Goodbye. (

Silence)

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