There's a carousel
Spinning your thoughts into foreign parts
And botching your plans up
It always comes around again,
The pop,
To pick you up
Put the needle down and ride it out
Before it starts

Are there stars in your bag
Sealed with titanium clasp
While all the clouds spin around in your head?
You're a broken record

You'll fuck this up
You can bet on it
You're made of glass
So overexposed
It always comes around
It always comes around
It always comes around
It always comes around


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

Broken Record song meanings
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