It never sleeps
It never stops
All over the map
In great big hops
Round it goes
And round again
Never pausing
I just can't say when
Turning that way
Turning this
Even though
The wheels go hiss
Restless thoughts
Running around
No peace is there
It cannot be found
No sleep for it
No rest at all
It'll never stop
Yeah though it fall
It never slows
Though it falls behind
That's why it's called
The unquiet mind
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