| 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 cousins, removed
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| Holding hands and 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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| Hold me and really make love to me
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| And 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, lonely time
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| Sadness preys upon my mind
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| But a telephone and a bottle of booze
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| But who do you call when your tongue tied up all night
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| Hold me and really make love to me
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| And I know your love is true
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| Time on my mind is time spent with you
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| But you don’t find time
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| With the Notting Hill blues
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| With the Notting Hill blues
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| Notting Hill blues, Notting Hill blues, Notting Hill blues |