| One two three four
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| Five six seven eight nine—
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| There are ten things you need to know
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| Number one!
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| We rowed across the Hudson at dawn
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| My friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my—
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| Number two!
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| Hamilton arrived with his crew:
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| Nathaniel Pendleton and a doctor that he knew
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| Number three!
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| I watched Hamilton examine the terrain
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| I wish I could tell you what was happ'ning in his brain
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| This man has poisoned my political pursuits!
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| Most disputes die and no one shoots!
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| Number four!
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| Hamilton drew first position
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| Looking, to the world, like a man on a mission
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| This is a soldier with a marksman's ability
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| The doctor turned around so he could have deniability
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| Five!
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| Now I didn't know this at the time
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| But we were—
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| Near the same spot
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| Your son died, is that
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| Why—Near the same spot
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| My son died, is that
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| Why—
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| Six!
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| He examined his gun with such rigor?
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| I watched as he methodically fiddled with the trigger
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| Seven!
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| Confession time? |
| Here's what I got:
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| My fellow soldiers'll tell you I'm a terrible shot
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| Number eight!
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| Your last chance to negotiate
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| Send in your seconds, see if they can set the record straight
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| They won't teach you this in your classes
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| But look it up, Hamilton was wearing his glasses
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| Why? |
| If not to take deadly aim?
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| It's him or me, the world will never be the same
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| I had only one thought before the slaughter:
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| This man will not make an orphan of my daughter
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| Number nine!
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| Look him in the eye, aim no higher
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| Summon all the courage you require
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| Then count:
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| One two three four five six seven eight nine
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| Number ten paces! |
| Fire!—
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| I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
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| Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev'ral feet ahead of me?
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| I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?
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| There is no beat, no melody
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| Burr, my first friend, my enemy
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| Maybe the last face I ever see
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| If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?
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| What if this bullet is my legacy?
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| Legacy. |
| What is a legacy?
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| It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see
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| I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me
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| America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me
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| You let me make a difference
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| A place where even orphan immigrants
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| Can leave their fingerprints and rise up
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| I'm running out of time. |
| I'm running, and my time's up
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| Wise up. |
| Eyes up.
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| I catch a glimpse of the other side
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| Laurens leads a soldiers' on the other side
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| My son is on the other side
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| He's with my mother on the other side
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| Washington is watching from the other side
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| Teach me how to say goodbye
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| Rise up, rise up, rise up
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| My love, take your time
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| I'll see you on the other side
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| Raise a glass to freedom...
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| He aims his pistol at the sky—
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| Wait!
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| I strike him right between his ribs
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| I walk towards him, but I am ushered away
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| They row him back across the Hudson
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| I get a drink
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| Aaaah
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| Aaaah
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| Aaaah
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| I hear wailing in the streets
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| Aaaah
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| Aaaah
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| Aaaah
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| Somebody tells me, "You'd better hide."
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| Aaaah
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| Aaaah
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| Aaaah
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| They say
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| Angelica and Eliza—
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| Were both at his side when he died
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| Death doesn't discriminate
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| Between the sinners and the saints
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| It takes and it takes and it takes
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| History obliterates
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| In every picture it paints
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| It paints me and all my mistakes
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| When Alexander aimed
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| At the sky
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| He may have been the first one to die
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| But I'm the one who paid for it
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| I survived, but I paid for it
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| Now I'm the villain in your history
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| I was too young and blind to see...
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| I should've known
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| I should've known
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| The world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me
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| The world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me |