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Private Hell - The Jam

Closer than close you see yourself

A mirrored image of what you wanted to be

As each day goes by a little more

You can't remember

What it was you wanted anyway

The fingers feel the lines

They prod the space

Your ageing face

The face that once was so beautiful

Is still there but unrecognizable

Private Hell

Private Hell

The man who you once loved is bald and fat

And seldom in working late as usual

Your interest has waned you feel the strain

The bed springs snap

On the occasions he lies upon you

Close your eyes and think of nothing but

Private Hell

Private Hell

Think of Emma wonder what she's doing

Her husband Terry and your grandchildren

Think of Edward who's still at college

You send him letters

Which he doesn't acknowledge

'Cause he don't care

They don't care

'Cause they're all going through their own

Private Hell

Private Hell

The morning slips away in a valium haze

And catalogues and numerous cups of coffee

In the afternoon the weekly food

Is put in bags as you float off down the high street

The shop windows reflect play a nameless host

To a closet ghost a picture of your fantasy

A victim of your misery and

Private Hell

Private Hell

Think of Emma wonder what she's doing

Her husband Terry and your grandchildren

Think of Edward who's still at college

You send him letters which he doesn't acknowledge

'Cause he don't care they don't care

'Cause they're all going through their own

Private Hell

Private Hell

Alone at 6 o'clock you drop a cup

You see it smash inside you crack

You can't go on but you sweep it up

Safe at last inside your Private Hell

Sanity at last inside your Private Hell

Sanity at last inside your Private Hell

Private Hell

Private Hell

Private Hell