| Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun
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| That brought a new betrayal every day
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| He shunned the world of mortals and the sound of human tongues
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| And blessed the night that chased their sight away
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| A disillusioned dreamer who would never love again
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| Who’d tried of it and found that it was rotten
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| Prefering perfect strangers to the company of friends
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| Because strangers are so easily forgotten
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| Oh, it’s hard to keep believing when you know you’ve been deceived
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| To face a lie and dare to try again
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| But there’s nothing like a woman with a spell of make believe
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| To make a new believer of a man
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| Duvalier took the fickle turns of fortune in his stride
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| Expecting next to nothing out of life
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| Till fortune found a girl who fanned a flame he thought had died
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| Whose burning beauty cut him like a knife
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| She touched him through the senses that his mind could not control
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| Then smiling stepped aside and watched him fall
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| Betrayed by his own body and the hunger in his soul
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| Duvalier was a dreamer after all
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| Oh, it’s hard to keep believing when you know you’ve been deceived
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| To face a lie and dare to try again
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| But there’s nothing like a woman with a spell of make believe
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| To make a new believer of a man |