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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

Private Hell

Private Hell

Private Hell

Private Hell

Private Hell

Private Hell

Private Hell