i did not want to be stuck
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one second longer than i had to be there,
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stuck inside the door.
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i'm always scared i'll slam my fingers in the door
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because the last time that i left
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i slammed my fingers in the door.
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when you want to get out,
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you get up, and walk straight to the door.
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not stop and think about it,
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thinking that one second longer
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that a car could hit me in it
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if i thought more than i did.
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Split Second
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| Lisa Loeb |
