F5
Closer than close - you see yourself - a mirrored immage,
     C#5                F5
of what you wanted to be
   F#5
As each day goes by - a little more -  you can't remember
         C#5           F5
what it was you wanted anyway
     F5
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - your ageing face
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The face that once was so beautiful - is still there but unrecognizable
F#5
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
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 doing
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her husband Terry - and your grandchildren
Bb5       C5                Bb5      C5
Think of Edward - who's still at college
     Bb5       C5                  Bb5         C5
you send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge
       F5
'Cause he don't care - they don't care
               C#5                      Eb5
'Cause they're all going through their own
F5
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

F5
Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - you see it smash
                                                       C#5
inside you crack - you can't go on  - but you sweep it up
        Eb5                 F5
Safe at last inside your - Private Hell
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Sanity at last inside your - Private Hell