Lost At Sea
Artist: Miracle Parade
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Lost At Sea Lyrics

Who's behind these walls that were put up?
Am I losing touch? Should I give up?
Lost at sea, memories
Swim until I hit, or can't get up

I'm waiting for a miracle
Every day, when I wake
I'm praying for a miracle
Every day, to come my way

I'm dancing in the sky with the moonlight
I'm a silhouette for a moment's time
Twenty five, is this my life?
A blue house, a wife on my mind

I'm waiting for a miracle
Every day, when I wake
I'm praying for a miracle
Every day, to come my way
Looking for an answer
That might not ever come
And so I'm praying for a miracle
To come and pick me up

Miracle, miracle
I'm waiting for a miracle
Every day, when I wake
I'm praying for a miracle
Every day, to come my way
Looking for an answer
That might not ever come
And so I'm praying for a miracle
To come and pick me up
Yeah, yeah
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Sons of Anarchy Quotes

Something happens at around 92 miles an hour - thunder-headers drown out all sound, engine vibrations travels at a heart's rate, field of vision funnels into the immediate and suddenly you're not on the road, you're in it. A part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops - just cardboard cutouts blowing over as you past. Sometimes I forget the rush of that. That's why I love these long runs. All your problems, all the noise, gone. Nothing else to worry about except what's right in front of you. Maybe that's the lesson for me today, to hold on to these simple moments. Appreciate them a little more - there's not many of them left. I don't ever want that for you. Finding things that make you happy shouldn't be so hard. I know you'll face pain, suffering, hard choices, but you can't let the weight of it choke the joy out of your life. No matter what, you have to find the things that love you. Run to them. There's an old saying, 'That what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger' I don't believe that. I think the things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things - your family, your friends, the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that'll keep you whole. Those are the things to hold on to when you're broken.

Jax

Jax: Some days you're the Beamer, some days you're the goddamn deer.
Chibs: Some yuppie creamed it out by the streams.
Jax: He run into it or hit a tree while it was giving him head?
Half-Sack: How the hell you want me to get it out of there? (Jax gets a chainsaw) Come on. Jesus, man.
Jax: Just pretend its carve your on steak night at the sizzler.
Half-Sack: I don't eat meat, man.
Jax: Figure it out, grunt.