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The Real Marine

January 6, 2013
By LeahTW GOLD, Port Washington, New York
LeahTW GOLD, Port Washington, New York
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Please send me to Afghanistan, the ultimate getaway
I’d be too busy to miss her, or you
Before I go off I’ll go nuts
I’ll do everything I’ve wanted to do
Focus on the helmet, ignore the anxiety
If I was deployed you’d get a letter a month if you were lucky

I need a new war to break out
I have to go back to work, don’t worry we’ll speak
I need a new war to break out
I talk to you next week

Just learn one more song for me, please
You’re the best
I wish I knew you longer
Let me go get my coat there’s that Cali breeze
Do you get these types of conversations a lot?
You always say the funniest stuff
Please tell me you’re awake I have to tell you something I forgot
I wont ditch you at prom, I promise
You’re super talented and amazing
We should make music together
After they get me ready for war
Can’t wait to be home and hangout with you

I need a new war to break out
I have to go back to work, don’t worry we’ll speak
I need a new war to break out
I talk to you next week

Enjoying the last bit of my cigar
My life after 3 weeks what else will I do
I’m in my deep mood
I need to figure out what I want too

I need a new war to break out
I have to go back to work, don’t worry we’ll speak
I need a new war to break out
I talk to you next week


She was mad about me
Dropping hints
Girls love me
It’s the bane of my existence
I’m having too much fun Lee

Calling the missus
It’s all about trust
We’re so young
We’re so far away
She’s surrounded by guys who could maker her happy any day
She’s with one that’s far away, it’s rough
Love is a b****
I dream about her
I’d rather rip my heart out, it’d hurt less than breaking it off

I need a new war to break out
I have to go back to work, don’t worry we’ll speak
I need a new war to break out
I talk to you next week

My mind hates me
These are the things that bother me
Believe me I know that regrets suck
To the grave I have things that will bother me
You can’t fix the past
Come to me for wisdom anytime, I’ve got you
I know, I’d cry too

I need a new war to break out
I have to go back to work, don’t worry we’ll speak
I need a new war to break out
I talk to you next week



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