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Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun
That brought a new betrayal every day
He shunned the world of mortals and the sounds of human tongues
And blessed the night that chased their sight away
A disillusioned dreamer who would never love again
Who tried a bit and found that it was rotten
Preferring perfect strangers to the company of friends
For strangers are so easily forgotten

Ah, it's hard to keep believin'
When you know you've been deceived
To face a lie and never try again
But there's nothin' like a woman
With her spell of make believe
To make a new believer of a man

Duvalier took the fickle turns of fortune in his stride
Expectin' next to nothin' out of life
'Til fortune found a girl who fanned the flame he thought had died
Who's burning beauty cut him like a knife
She touched him through the senses that his mind could not control
Then, smiling, stepped aside and watched him fall
Betrayed by his own body and the hunger in his soul
Duvalier was a dreamer after all

Ah, it's hard to keep believin'
When you know you've been deceived
To face a lie and never try again
But there's nothin' like a woman
With her spell of make believe
To make a new believer of a man