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Vanity Fair
(Difford/Tilbrook). . She left her school for the factory. From pocket money to a salary,. From a pac-a-mac to a compact case. And every morning she inspects her face..
Vicky Verky
(Difford/Tilbrook). . With her hair up in his fingers. The fish and chips smell lingers. Under amber streetlamps. She holds the law in her hands. The moistness of the damp night.
Up The Junction
I never thought it would happen. With me and a girl from Clapham. Out on the windy common. That night I ain't forgotten. When she dealt out the rations.
Trust Me To Open My Mouth
Trust me to open my mouth. Now everybody knows. Trust me, now I've let you down. I'm a big mouth, I suppose. . This was our secret, our meetings were so discreet.
Trust
Trust in me my tongue is weeping. Words of love you must be needing. Trust me for the only reason. That our love will never weaken. Trust in me as someone you love.
True Colours
(wilkinson). . To be running so far away. To rely on the perfect stranger. True colours they suffer with age. One look at the storm and fly straight on in.
Tough Love
(Difford/Tilbrook). . There she sits in an empty room. The look on her face says it all. A bruise appears round a crying eye. As the tear drops sadly fall.
Touching Me, Touching You
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.. . I'm always touching myself.
Top Of The Form
We had PE on Tuesdays. And English on Wednesdays. School was a prison. Where I served my time. The teachers all loathed me. My attitude fooled them. They quite often nailed me.
Tongue Like A Knife
(Difford/Tilbrook). . The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting. An upright piano stood locked by the door. In through the window. The light was fast fading.
To Be A Dad
(Difford/Tilbrook). . I lost the children. But they can be found. Home in a red house just across town. Sitting in boxes. Of opened up toys. Watching The Simpsons.
This Summer
Brain engages mouth. Mouth expresses thoughts. Of how we shared those fun fair rides. Beneath the brightness of the night. . Time can crowd the head. Like a sardine can.
This Road
She sat at the dressing room table. He flicked through the channels on cable. While talking of love in whispers. Voices humming like dusty transistors.
Third Rail
(Difford/Tilbrook). . As much as I love you. As much as I care. I just can't pretend that. The problem's not there. We know all the boundaries. From where we both stand.
There's No Tomorrow
(Difford/Tilbrook). . There's no tomorrow. When you feel sorrow,. There's just the evening. There's just the night,. To drink the feelings. Right out the ceiling.
There Is A Voice
(Difford/Tilbrook). . There is a voice within us all. That says destruct. Go to the wall. And you can't choose when this voice speaks. Deep in our souls.
There At The Top
She's independent, she's a modern woman. She needs no prompting on her should and shouldn't. It's always bosses, who wish that she wouldn't. . Files in the cabinet, so neatly numerical.
The Waiting Game
(Difford/Tilbrook). . I heard the stomping of feet dancing. On the wooden floor upstairs. I wasn't in the mood for laughing. So I sat silent in my chair.
The Truth
(Difford/Tilbrook). . I lied to you, I've cheated too. So what friend can I be. But still you stick through thick and thin. Hoping that you'll change me.
The Very First Dance
(Difford/Tilbrook). . I had finally beat my nerve. To watch her on the stage. Removing all her clothes. Revealing only age. Some men stared with a stun.
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