TARDIS Communication Network

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A drunken voice sings, apparently unaware he is broadcasting.

"And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear."

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This lonely ship with many souls,
Still so alone, away from home.
And all of us are bound by sorrow,
She guards us all, gives us tomorrow.

I'll keep her safe, I'll keep her calm,
I'll heal her wounds and broken hearts.
I'll be her brother, I'll be her friend,
I'll merge with her, and give her rest.

She cries out loud but they don't hear,
I've held her close and caught her tears.
I'll guide her still, as best I can,
As we dance and drift through space and time.