it's not the wings that make the angel



Those Christmas lights Light up the streets Maybe they’ll bring her back to me Then all my troubles will be gone Oh Christmas lights, keep shining on

Those Christmas lights
Light up the streets
Maybe they’ll bring her back to me
Then all my troubles will be gone
Oh Christmas lights, keep shining on


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Policeman // Marshall // Detective


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Doctor + Amy’s glasses


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“The doctor at the controls. He hums and pom-poms as he yanks the levers and turns dials - a flurry of displacement activity that eventually dies. And now all is quiet aside from the grind of the engines. The TARDIS has never seemed so big and empty. The Doctor steadies himself against the desk as the loss of Amy crashes into him like a wave. A sob escapes him. He looks so old, so sad and so alone.” The God Complex script


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