She stares out the window
And she watches cars fly by
All the busy people
Rushing, rushing all the time
They never stop to notice
Other people rushing through
And they never even realize
That there's better things to do
They never stop to think
That they'd be better going slow
They're so busy rushing
That they'll never really know
They'll never understand
What it like to feel true peace
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