If you’re lucky to pass through that blue police door
Know there is no going back to the life you had before
He will greet you with a smile and even shake your hand
As you tumble through time as if it were made of quicksand
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Who is he?
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He is the last of his kind in a universe of so many
A friend to those in need, and to evil, a feared enemy
He smiles when the odds of winning are very small
And enjoys the wibbly-wobbly bits of life most of all
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Who is he?
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Through all of time and all of known space
Tasting every moment and touching every place
He has seen planets formed from clouds of dust
He knows the real reason that iron turns to rust
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Who is he?
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Many times he has changed and many faces he has worn
He has seen trusted old companions die and new ones born
The TARDIS is his only home and he, her only master
He travels through time and space, thwarting disaster
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Who is he?
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He carries no ray-gun and no sword adorns his narrow hip
When a weapon is needed there’s a sonic screwdriver in his grip
His true name is known only to one for reasons still unknown
If in danger look for the Doctor; he’ll be the god standing alone
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Who is he?
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Behind this simple blue door that resembles wood
Is a Time Lord; the greatest hero who ever stood
