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  1. Tabs

From the recording CONNECTORS

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by Mike Stocksdale

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It's been a while since you have even said hello
Hello is just a word but it could mean the world to me
What is the world but all we carry underneath
It's been a while since you have said hello
And I just can't pretend that I don't notice

I got a network web of spies to keep my tabs
They been running covert missions so I can know just how you are
How you are is driving me to write again
I got a network web and they can't tell if you've been keeping tabs
So maybe I'll pretend you do

What if tonight we make believe
We are versions of ourselves we used to be?
What if the distance ain't that far
Between what we were and who we really are?
I got fifteen different versions
Hiding deep beneath my skin
And I wear all of them like everlasting scars

I'd be a legend if I could get out of bed
Even a legend needs some time to hide away and make some plans
I been planning on rise and fall again
Nothing is quite as legendary as an unexpected shred of hope that becomes something more

What if tonight we make believe
We are versions of ourselves we used to be?
What if the distance ain't that far
Between what we were and who we really are?
I got fifteen different versions
Hiding deep beneath my skin
And I wear all of them like everlasting scars

Even the hardest words can soften over time
All those words that felt like daggers seemed to vanish from my mind
I might have vanished but I reappeared again
And now I carry with me every cut that taught me there is always something more after the end

What if tonight we make believe
We are versions of ourselves we used to be?
What if the distance ain't that far
Between what we were and who we really are?
I got fifteen different versions
Hiding deep beneath my skin
And I wear all of them like everlasting scars

© Mike Stocksdale

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