I see your blue eyes
Windows to the world behind
What could be
A beautiful mind
I see your histories
At least the slightest glimpses
What tore apart
A beautiful mind
And if all was in line
Heaven in the present time
What a beautiful mind
What was designed
To be a beautiful mind
Your mind a convict
Convicting you of wrong, it
Won't let you see
A beautiful mind
Your heart in shackles
Your heart the apple
Of my eye
Your beautiful mind
And if all was in line
Heaven in the present time
What a beautiful mind
What was designed
To be a beautiful mind
What a beautiful soul
Chasing after figments of fool's gold
Do you really know
Do you really know
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