F#m E Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun D C#7 F#m that brought a new betrayal every day F#m E he shunned the world of mortals and the sound of human tongues D Ddim C#7 and blessed the night that chased their sight away F# E F#m a disillusioned dreamer who would never love again F#m A C#7 who'd tried of it and found that it was rotten F#m E prefering perfect strangers to the company of friends D C#7 F#m E7 because strangers are so easily forgotten A oh it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been decieved A E to face a lie and dare to try again E E7 but there's nothing like a woman with a spell of make believe E7 F#m to make a new believer of a man