| For thirty years they sang the
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| song of promised victory
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| But who they’ve fought and who has won
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| Didn’t matter much to me
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| I see them driving down the streets
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| In their fancy shiny cars
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| Crowds of people to their feet
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| Their faces full of scars
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| No pleasantries, no luxuries
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| No little children’s milk
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| While minister’s wives spent
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| all their lives
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| In China’s finest silk
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| My back’s been broken many times
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| But my spirit lingers on
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| The day it comes my way on
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| freedom’s ship
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| I will be gone
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| From hell to paradise
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| I’ll always pay the price
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| From hell to paradise
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| I’ll always pay the price
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| This ninety mile trip
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| has taken thirty years to make
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| They tried to keep
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| forever what was never theirs to take
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| I cursed and scratched the devil’s hand
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| As he stood in front of me
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| One last drag from his big cigar
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| And he finally set me free
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| Con ojos tiernos algun dia te mirare
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| Con brases abiertos algun dia abrasare
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| Hay mi Havana cuando pueda regresare
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| With tender eyes someday I’ll look at you
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| With open arms someday I’ll embrace you
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| My old Havana someday I will return |