Jam, The - Private Hell Lyrics

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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 aging 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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