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The cab gives a short shudder. My stomach drops without it. Above the door, the numeral holds. I keep watching for another one as though looking could lift us. A voice reaches me through the grille. I nod, then remember no one can see me nod. My wet sleeve chills my palm. I take my shoulder off the wall. The display changes. The doors part and stay apart. I step out slowly, carrying the stopped floor in my knees.
Lyrics
Stuck Between Floors The lift gives one small kick My stomach carries on The number holds at two I look up far too long I brace for one more drop And nothing moves at all Stuck between floors I was nearly there Stuck between floors I was nearly there My palm goes flat against my coat The wet cloth chills my hand A voice comes through the little grille Says help is on its way I nod before I catch myself There's no one here to see My shoulders meet the back wall I bring them off again Stuck between floors I was nearly there Stuck between floors I was nearly there I shift my weight from heel to heel The floor stays where it is I let my jaw unclench I hear myself say wait Stuck between floors I was nearly there Stuck between floors I was nearly there The number changes into three The doors draw back and stay I step onto the station floor And let the lift go away
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