Words and music by Roddy Frame
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All the madness in the mirror,
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The tremblin' and the tears.
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It takes a long time comin' out,
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It's comin' out of here.
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I've been wandering your London town,
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And it's wearin' out my shoes.
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It's a long road comin' down,
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Comin' down with the blues.
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But when you hold me and really make love to me,
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I know that love is true forgiveness.
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Time on my mind is time spent with you,
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But it's time that I can't find,
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With the Notting Hill blues.
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Lovers pass me on the gate,
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Like distant cousings, removed,
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Holding hands, it seems like an act of fate,
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And I'm almost moved.
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But love has left me standing still,
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With no directions and no clues,
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No speech to let my feelings loose.
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A celebration of the blues.
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But when you hold me and really make love to me,
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I know that love is true forgiveness.
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Out on the road I was down with the crew,
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Now I'm all alone, on the run,
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With the Notting Hill blues.
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And it's a lonely, lonely time,
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Sadness preys upon my mind,
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A telephone and a bottle of booze,
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But who do you call? when your tongue tied,
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Up all night.
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Notting Hill Blues
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| Aztec Camera |
