The Record Lyrics

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I was lying on the floor taking in the track

My heart's not here but it will be when I'm back

My mind's across the ocean

But let's hit the mall I'm open

The finish is sublime just because you reached the finish line

Because you heard it doesn't really mean we said goodbye

We're shooting for unbroken though cut open

Singing on our own

We'll make it as we go

Never cut a record yet here we are

The music that we make, making us remember who we are

Is it making sense

If it's getting burnt down we'll live with it a little charred

For the record if it wasn't we then none of us is getting far

Has that settled in

If I'm at my worst I'm glad I know that I'll be fine

If there's no team vibe I'm glad there is another time

No matter what happens tomorrow

You can know I'm on your side

Side

Are we fired up now

Are we ready for battle

Got this life to lead

Not sure where it gon lead

Never cut a record yet here we are

The music that we make, making us remember who we are

Is this making sense

If it's getting burnt down we live with it a little charred

For the record if it wasn't we then none of us is getting far

Has that settled in

I gotta hit it hard no holding back

I'm chasing really far before I'm coming back

Questions are for me, people got the knack

Even though I do it, why you doing that

Make for the exit

Holding my phone

The music's too loud and I wanna go home

I hope that no one tells me I won't make it where I want to be

The music made me understand I love the thought of being free

Our minds are elsewhere on nights like these

We thinking it's unfair but our weather never freeze, yeah

I know that I've been blind and I didn't see

I've learned to wait in line, sit patiently

It's harder than we know

It's working but it's slow

The record still stands, no, the record isn't broke

My record undefeated if we talking 'bout devotion

Whoa

Yeah

And I'm like

Never cut a record yet here we are

The music that we make, making us remember who we are

Is it making sense