His planet was protected by a snow-globe dome,
The man who has no proper home.
His sonic devise can open all sorts of locks,
He travels around the universe in his blue box.
He is the last one of his kind,
And he never stops to look behind.
To all of those people he loved, he had to say farewell,
Thats why they call him the 'Lonely Angel.'
He wonders around looking for something new,
Moving through time in his box of blue.
If only he wasn't on his own,
Searching through space for the unknown.
If only he had Rose,
Because she's the only one who knows,
How to make him dazzle and shine,
That lonely lord of time.
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