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the jam - private hell lyrics

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closer than close – you see yourself –
a mirror 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 sp-ce –
your ageing face – the face that once was so beautiful
is still there but unrecognizable –
private h-ll

the man that 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 h-ll

think of emma – wonder what she’s doing –
her husband terry – and your grandchildren
think of edward – 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 h-ll

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 h-ll

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 h-ll
sanity at last inside your private h-ll

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