| «Dear John,» so begins the famous old story
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| «Goodbye, au revoir, thanks for the memory»
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| Keep it short and sweet if you really care
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| D-I-vor-C-E can be so hurtful
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| It makes public property of things that are personal
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| All the friends and family get their share
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| Ink is black, as black as night
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| Black as thoughts that shun the light
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| Truth will out and maybe then
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| You’ll put down that poison pen
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| That poison pen
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| Everyone enjoys sharing a rumour
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| But when it’s aimed at you it loses its humour
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| Sometimes words so innocent cut so deep
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| Ink is black, as black as night
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| Black as thoughts that shun the light
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| Truth will out and maybe then
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| You’ll put down that poison pen
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| That poison pen
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| That poison pen
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| Everybody’s telling me talk is cheap
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| Sometimes words so innocent cut so deep
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| Cut so deep
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| They cut so deep
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| So deep
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| Ink is black (Ink is black)
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| As black as night (As black as night)
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| Black as thoughts (Black as thoughts)
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| That shun the light (That shun the light)
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| Ink is black, as black as night
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| Black as thoughts that shun the light
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| Truth will out and maybe then
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| You’ll put down that poison pen
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| Poison pen
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| That poison pen
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| That poison pen
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| Poison pen
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| Black as night (Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)
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| Just black as coal
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| Black as thoughts (Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)
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| That cast a shadow right across my soul
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| I thought that you were my friend
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| 'Til you picked up that poison pen
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| That poison pen, yeah
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| Poison |