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paul young - wedding day lyrics

woe is me, the press gang came
and forced my love away
just when we named next morning fair
to be our wedding day
like a silent explosion ripping into the heart
and the hurt and the anguish do tear you apart
with a swiftness of hand that i cannot condone
and discardance of life that is not of your own
then a small piece of hear say becomes a big deal
but that is not the issue, the issue is real.
when a turn of the page can turn love into hate
don’t forget that’s the power of the fourth estate.
and a tall string of words keep me tied to the chair
where before i was blistfully unaware
and my skin becomes thicker so i never get hurt
i’m a man without feeling and i wish that i weren’t
though you’re long dead and gone there is still no escape
just forget it, just forget it, you’ll never cut all that tape
and once you’re a victim, your love will turn to hate
don’t forget that’s the power of the fourth estate.

- paul young lyrics

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