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The twilight cold turning crimson black
The sounds that deaden on the black cast track

She stands waiting for her lovers hand
She stands waiting for the home they found

A cry of fear cracks through the dark
She sees a woman being pulled into a car

The lights in the building disappear the as the doors are locked
She shrugs her shoulders reaching for her phone

The caretaker looks and sees and walks over to her
She points to the scene where the cries were heard

The silhouette of a man notices their stares
He locks the car doors and starts for the stairs

The caretaker tells the lady to get behind his back
The lights of her husbands car appear on the track

The dark framed man stands under the moonlight cast
Motionless like a statue he shouts across

The husband holds his wife's hand and feels her trembling fear
The man starts walking forward so that they can hear

He says she's his daughter not more than sixteen years old
That an older man promised her everything cast in 18 carat gold!
That he told her to meet him here and that they'd fly so far away

The girls in the car, her father's here; what does this other man have to say?

The three people don't believe what next they hear
That the man was here but he's now disappeared
The man lifts his hand clad in black leather glove
He says that the love he had promised his daughter was a dark kind of love
That they could ask him himself but a word he said they would not understand

Then he squeezes his fist and releases what's in hand
As the teeth hit the Tarmac one by one

The man says to them:

He's lucky I didn't have a gun.

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