Private Hell

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Closer than close - you see yourself
 - a mirrored immage,
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of what you wanted to be
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As each day goes by - a little more 
-  you can't remember
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what it was you wanted anyway
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The fingers feel the lines - they 
prod the space - your ageing face
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The face that once was so 
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beautiful - is still there but 
unrecognizable
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Private Hell, Private Hell

The man who you once loved - is blad
 and fat - and seldom in
working late as usual
Your interest has waned - you feel 
the strain - the bed springs snap
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on the occasions he lies upon you - 
close your eyes and think of nothing
 but
Private Hell, Private Hell

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Think of Emma - wonder what she's 
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doing
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her husband Terry - and your 
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grandchildren
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Think of Edward - who's still at 
 C
college
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you send him letters - which he 
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doesn't acknowledge
       Fm
'Cause he don't care - they don't 
care
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'Cause they're all going through 
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their own
Fm
Private Hell, Private Hell

The morning slips away - in a valium
 haze - and catalogues
a numerous cups of coffe
In the afternoon - the weekly food -
 is put in bags
you float off down the high street
The shops windows reflect - play a 
nameless host - to a closet ghost
a picture of your fantasy - a victim
 of your misery
Private Hell, Private Hell

Fm
Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup 
- you see it smash
inside you crack - you can't go on  
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- but you sweep it up
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Safe at last inside your - Private 
Hell
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Sanity at last inside your - Private
 Hell