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There's a man called the doctor, a mad man with a box He's the last of his kind from home he has lost And he'll hold your hand till the end of the world He's the oncoming storm, yeah, the oncoming storm He shows you the beauty in the stars when the stars bleed Allons-y, And every second he can see reality, or what could be The curse of the time lord This is what he is just a traveler, imagine it A man in the sky in his TARDIS, just him, companionless A whisper in the wind with the sound of the universe. He's like ice, fire, rage SongtexteHe's like the night And the storm in the heart of the sun So much to see in this one young galaxy Take time to breathe in an abstract reality He can save existence with a kettle and some string Desolating preconceptions four dimension recreating Heartbeats out of heartaches and all known misconceptions Admiration, Acclimation leads to avocation Throughout the verse and all known sub dimensions The laws of time are mine and they will obey me! There's a man called the doctor, a mad man with a box He's the last of his kind from home he has lost And he'll hold your hand till the end of the world He's the oncoming storm, yeah, the oncoming storm Now people suggest time's a strict progression of cause to effect But from a non-subjective, non-successive concept It's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff To the people living in the light singing songs To days to come and to my love too long ago Everything has it's time, everything dies. But the world doesn't end if the doctor dances Every song must end in all circumstances In Trenzalore holds the Doctors secret So close to his chest he needs two hearts to keep it It's like the first time they tell you that the world is turning Assuring it can't while your world is burning Because everything looks like it's standing still And he can feel it He can feel the turn of the earth. The destroyer of worlds He's not much for spoilers There's a man called the doctor, a mad man with a box He's the last of his kind from home he has lost And he'll hold your hand till the end of the world He's the oncoming storm, yeah, the oncoming storm I'll be a story in the end. But that's okay; We're all stories in the end. A debt we all pay. He's ancient, forever. And as we learn about eachother We learn we're more like the Doctor than we hope to be It's integrity and complacency Look at the technology Sonic tools and a time machine He's boyishly bouncing seen Accordingly avenging the Angels from his planet which he lost to a time lock Causality calling crippling cold calm calculating Running always running But he's cunning so the one thing Never happened was him losing his home planet Never interfere with people or planets Points in time are fixed. They must always happen. You should always waste time when you don't have any Remember smile in the face of you greatest enemy An affinity for agony The Protector Of Gallifrey Admittedly burning at the center of time Singing I don't want to go There's a man called the doctor, a mad man with a box I've become a companion. One of many he's lost The Doctor Dances and the world will watch Yet I'm falling in love with, I'm falling in love with Aus Songtexte Mania