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Holding Out For The DoctorWhere have all the Time Lords gone and where are all the Ood?This absence of the aliens has put me in a mood!Isn't there a TARDIS shooting through the universe?Late at night I dream of how I'll break his lonely curse.I need the Doctor!I'm holding out for the Doctor till the end of all timeHe's gotta be smart and he's gotta be braveAnd he's gotta be tenth of his kindI need the Doctor!I'm holding out for the Doctor to put everything rightHe's gotta be wise and he always looks goodWith a spaceship that's bigger insideBigger insideOn the planet MidnightOr in nineteen twenty-threeThere's a man with a screwdriverWho's simply wonderful to meBeating off the Daleks, or cooling down the heatIt's gonna take a Time Lord who can sweep me off my feetI need the Doctor!I'm holding out for the Doctor till the end of all timeHe's gotta be smart and he's gotta be braveAnd he's gotta be tenth of his kindI need the Doctor!I'm holding out for the Doctor to put everything rightHe's g
SuperpowersIf I could choose a superpower, Id be able to stop timeThen we could stop the world and never waste a minute we have together.If I could choose a superpower, Id have superhuman speedThen I wouldnt waste time getting to you; Id be there when you needed me.If I could choose a superpower, Id make myself invisibleThen I could watch over you like an unseen guardian angel.If I could choose a superpower, Id be able to read your mindThen I could give you whatever you wanted, whatever you thought of.If I could choose a superpower, Id manipulate the weatherThen we could kiss in the rain and picnic in the sunshine.If I could choose a superpower, Id be able to duplicate myselfThen I could always be with you if you wanted me to be.If I could choose a superpower, Id be able to flyBut Id never be able to fly as high as I flew when I fell in love with you.I dont have a superpower.And Ill never be good enough for you
"Black and Blue" Excerpt - 1 Lane has instructed that Im to meet him at his house at two oclock. It turns out that he lives about five streets away from me in Mason Avenue, which is a street decidedly more upmarket than my own. Its like a film in the way that every garden is framed by a little white fence and square front garden. One has a pond, two have bird tables and another has a large trampoline. Despite it being so near to me, I can count on one hand the number of times Ive been up this road, and Ive never normally taken any notice of my surroundings. It is a really beautiful part of town. Lane lives at number 38, a house that has no ponds or bird tables or trampolines, but instead a huge flowerbed full of hundreds of flowers I couldnt even begin to name. There is a wide stone path up the centre of this floral rainbow and I stroll up it to knock on his dark red door. He answers the do