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I don't see color anymore
I miss the blues, the reds, the oranges of before
Take me back to when a feeling was something I felt
Now it's all just muscle memory in the situations I'm dealt
Take me back to when
A feeling is a feeling again
Take me back to when
A feeling is a feeling again
Sitting eye to eye
Hands together on the bed where we'd lie
Crinkled sheets and funny drinks, and I still feel the same
My sensory perceptions gone, the nothingness remains
Take me back to when
A feeling is a feeling again
Take me back to when
A feeling is a feeling again
Oh, I would do anything to
Feel again
Oh, I would do anything to
Feel again