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Private Hell by The Jamالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Private Hell by The Jam

     

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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 catalogs, 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.

Writer : PAUL WELLER
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS OBO "STYLIST MUSIC, LTD."

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