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Tenth Doctor, Torchwood
I can decide... Death. by ebonyjet [Reviews - 4] Printer
Author's Notes:
The lyrics are not mine they are from Scissor Sisters I can't deside. But I needed to finish this bit cos it got to me that they didn't use the whole song cos its so good! So here it is people!

(SP'S! I need a bata cos I have dyslexia and now my bloody comp has no sp check. but please read it anyways i did my best.)


The lyrics are not mine they are from Scissor Sisters
Album: Ta-Dah
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It's not easy having yourself a good time
Greasing up those bets and betters
Watching out they don't four-letter
Fuck and kiss you both at the same time
Smells-like something I've forgotten
Curled up died and now it's rotten

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Jack struggled against the chains that bound him to the walls gritting his teeth as the Marster flicked flaming matches at his face, and beaming nastly. "Poor little freak!" He mocked pouting at Jack and trying not to giggle.

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I'm not a gangster tonight
Don't want to be a bad guy
I'm just a loner baby
And now you're gotten in my way

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The silver balls fell. Comming at the Torchwood team from all directions blades out and ready to remove flesh with in seconds. Ianto Jones was the only member of the group with out a gun but that didn't stop him jumping infrount of Toshiko Sato in a vain attempt to save her from six of the floating silver things. He didn't want to watch any more of the people he loved die before his helpless eyes.

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I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride

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The Master threw a closed fist into Lucy's pale skined face nocking her side ways and leaving a big red mark across her right cheek bone where his ring had been. Before bending down and gathering the now crying women into his arms, "Silly girl tripped and fell." He whispered kissing the top of her head.

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It's a bitch convincing people to like you
If I stop now call me a quitter
If lies were cats you'd be a litter
Pleasing everyone isn't like you
Dancing jigs until I'm crippled
Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled

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Jack flicked his feet up and kicked the black covered gaurd in the face before tugging one of the chains the bound him free of the wall and swinging the end of the chain in the the second well built mans chest and attempting to drag his other arm to satfy.

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I've got to hand it to you
You've played by all the same rules
It takes the truth to fool me
And now you've made me angry

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Martha had walked for days, weeks, no it was longer then that she'd just lost count, she was just so tiered all she wanted to do was fall down some where and never ever get up, but she had a job to do. Instructions to give people or it would never stop and the Doctor would never be able to get Rose back. The dark women knew now he would never love her, she'd know all along really but there are some things we just don't want to have to belive.

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I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride

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The short dark haired time lord ran around the board room, stopping to give his wife a quick show of his affections before running to ring a large bronze bell to call the Doctor from his hay covered tent and starting to sing.

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Oh I could throw you in the lake
Or feed you poisoned birthday cake
I wont deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone
Oh I could bury you alive
But you might crawl out with a knife
And kill me when I'm sleeping
That's why

I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride

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He danced wheeling the Doctor around in his less the conftable wheel chair and beaming over his shoulder, as he sang and bounced.

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Ianto's blood was every where. It covered the snow and ice on the mountain top spreading for what seeming like miles, the red colour was spattered across Toshiko's dead face filling her ice like brown eyes giving them a yellowish tint, and Owen's now light blue feachers that gazed skywards hoplessly and even the back of Gwen's already blood covered white puffy coat as the team lay dead in the snow... There was nothing left of Ianto Jones.

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Bullets filled Jack's body killing him stone dead. When Jack woke up he was right back where he started chained in the empty hall way.

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Martha sat on the cold stone steps telling the people of spain the Doctor's story and how they and only they could help set things straight and put the world back togeather again.
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