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Lyrics for 'Private Hell' by '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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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