Lady: Hallo
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Kidnapper:
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Lady we've just kidnapped your husband
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have $800,000 ready by tomorrow night
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and lady no police
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or you'll never see your husband alive again
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Lady: Hallo
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I remember standing there so petrified
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my hand frozen to the phone
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as a stranger's words that caught in my ears
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and chilled me to the bone
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some dark tragedy had come right home to me
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they'd kidnapped my man and his life was in their hands
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He was a hostage, a hostage
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his life was at the mercy of their hands
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he was a hostage, a hostage
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his life depending on their gold demands
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Lady: Hallo
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Kidnapper:
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Lady, here's your husband through
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to warn not to play any games
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Husband:
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Hi Honey listen I'm okay
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just make sure you do whatever they tell you
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and whatever you do don't go to the police!
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Well I couldn't raise that kinda money fast
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so I was left no other choice
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so I called the police and they came in fast
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saying "leave it up to us
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just do as they told
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the ransom's in this bag
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we'll watch over you
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and we'll have your husband back too"
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He was a hostage, a hostage
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his life was at the mercy of their hands
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he was a hostage, a hostage
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his life depending on their gold demands
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Lady: Hallo
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Kidnapper:
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Listen very carefully lady
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drive out to the abandoned shack on Highway 16
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throw the package of money out the window and keep driving
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and remember lady no police!
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Well my heart was heavy as I made that drive
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I was sure something was wrong
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I soon found the shack
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I threw out the bag and I just kept driving on
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then the shots rang out and turned my car about
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on the ground one lay but the other had gotten away
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He was a hostage, a hostage
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his life was at the mercy of their hands
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he was a hostage, a hostage
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his life depending on their gold demands
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Lady:
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Well they found my husband a few days later
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Yes, the funeral's tomorrow
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THE HOSTAGE
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| Donna Summer |
