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Lay down,
And you try to slip under the wire.
There's a line you keep moving,
Drug your ribbons through
Cotton trenches and friendly fire.

Can't turn back anymore.
The first time is a war.
The first time is a war.

Dressed up
Like yourself, it's the wrong kind of white.
In your uniform of skin,
You're calling attention
To all of your changing sides.

Can't turn back anymore.
The first time is a war.
The first time is a war.

Some steps forward you take two steps backward cannot erase.
There are truths that will force you to lie in the bed you made.
When the barbs on the fence make it hard to hold on like before,

The first time is a war.
The first time is a war.

Stretched out,
Put your fingers through scars in your skies,
But you can't crawl back through when
Your silver ring anthem
Has lost all its like-new shine.

Can't turn back anymore.
The first time is a war.
The first time is a war.

There are things that you barter you'll find cannot be bought back.
There's no hero’s parade wrapped up in your surrender flag.
Thought that you would be safe on that middle ground, not anymore.

The first time is a war.
The first time is a war.

Lay down and you try to slip under the wire.

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