| Song | You, Me And The TV |
| Artist | Little Fish |
| Album | Baffled And Beat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| She’s a gin-soaked heroine | |
| In worn out shoes | |
| In the furthest corner of her dream | |
| There’s a coded truth | |
| She’s the dirt with desires | |
| Oh! That just aren’t mine | |
| Where is your love for me? | |
| Can you cure my mind? | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can’t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| As the libertine betrays | |
| The romantic lover | |
| And beauty becomes | |
| Lighter than the lightness of feathers | |
| Without warning | |
| Sing as you march | |
| Where is your love for me? | |
| Can you cure my heart? | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can’t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| I’m dying for a smoke | |
| In exchange for a piece of lived life | |
| Too tired to hate | |
| Relieve my sorrow with a knife | |
| As we kiss and hiss | |
| And spit at one another | |
| Where is your love for me? | |
| Can you cure desire? | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can’t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can’t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| Oh no! Yeah, you can’t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn off the TV |
| She' s a ginsoaked heroine | |
| In worn out shoes | |
| In the furthest corner of her dream | |
| There' s a coded truth | |
| She' s the dirt with desires | |
| Oh! That just aren' t mine | |
| Where is your love for me? | |
| Can you cure my mind? | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can' t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| As the libertine betrays | |
| The romantic lover | |
| And beauty becomes | |
| Lighter than the lightness of feathers | |
| Without warning | |
| Sing as you march | |
| Where is your love for me? | |
| Can you cure my heart? | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can' t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| I' m dying for a smoke | |
| In exchange for a piece of lived life | |
| Too tired to hate | |
| Relieve my sorrow with a knife | |
| As we kiss and hiss | |
| And spit at one another | |
| Where is your love for me? | |
| Can you cure desire? | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can' t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can' t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| Oh no! Yeah, you can' t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn off the TV |
| She' s a ginsoaked heroine | |
| In worn out shoes | |
| In the furthest corner of her dream | |
| There' s a coded truth | |
| She' s the dirt with desires | |
| Oh! That just aren' t mine | |
| Where is your love for me? | |
| Can you cure my mind? | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can' t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| As the libertine betrays | |
| The romantic lover | |
| And beauty becomes | |
| Lighter than the lightness of feathers | |
| Without warning | |
| Sing as you march | |
| Where is your love for me? | |
| Can you cure my heart? | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can' t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| I' m dying for a smoke | |
| In exchange for a piece of lived life | |
| Too tired to hate | |
| Relieve my sorrow with a knife | |
| As we kiss and hiss | |
| And spit at one another | |
| Where is your love for me? | |
| Can you cure desire? | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can' t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| People move in the hope of a better life | |
| People kiss yourself good morning and good night | |
| You can' t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn on the TV | |
| Oh no! Yeah, you can' t cancel me | |
| Even if I leave London and turn off the TV |