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Tabs
Singer/Songwriter
Трек «Tabs» вышел в 4 июня 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Saint In The City Music»)Connectors
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Дата релиза4 июня 2026 г.
ЛейблSaint In The City Music
ЯзыкEnglish
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Энергия
BPM173

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Mike Stocksdale
Mike Stocksdale
Гитара
Ulf Mickael Wahlgren
Ulf Mickael Wahlgren
Барабаны
Alex Balderston
Alex Balderston
Бас-гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Michael Jeffrey Stocksdale
Michael Jeffrey Stocksdale
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Mike Stocksdale
Mike Stocksdale
Продюсер
JJ Golden
JJ Golden
Мастеринг-инженер
Mark Rains
Mark Rains
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

It's been a while since you have even said hello
And hello is just a word that 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
And I got a network web of spies to keep my tabs
They've 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 the versions of ourselves we used to be?
What if the distance ain't that far
Between what we were and who we really are?
'Cause 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
But even a legend needs some time to hide away and make some plans
So I've been planning on a rise and fall again
'Cause nothing is quite as legendary as
An unexpected shred of hope that becomes something more
What if tonight we make believe
We are the versions of ourselves we used to be?
What if the distance ain't that far
Between what we were and who we really are?
'Cause 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 seem to vanish from my mind
I might have vanished but I reappeared again
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 the versions of ourselves we used to be?
What if the distance ain't that far
Between what we were and who we really are?
'Cause I got fifteen different versions hiding deep beneath my skin
And I wear all of them like everlasting scars
Written by: Michael Jeffrey Stocksdale
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