@Jaspis
This is a soldier with a marksman’s ability
The doctor turned around so he could have deniability (five!)
This is a soldier with a marksman’s ability
The doctor turned around so he could have deniability (five!)
Now I didn't know this at the time but we were near the same spot
Hamilton: My son died
Burr: His son died is that why? (Six!)
He examined his gun with such rigor?
I watched as he methodically fiddled with the trigger
(Seven!) Confession time here’s what I got ,y fellow soldiers will tell you I’m a terrible shot (number eight!)
Your last chance to negotiate
Send in your seconds, see if they can set the record straight
They won’t teach you this in your classes, but look it up Hamilton was wearing his glasses. Why? If not to take deadly aim.
It's him or me, the world will never be the same.
I had only one thought before the slaughter: this man will not make an orphan of my daughter!
Look him in the eye, aim no higher!
summon all the courage you require. Then count!
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev’ral feet ahead of me?
I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?
There is no beat, no melody
Burr, my first friend, my enemy
Maybe the last face I ever see
If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me?
What if this bullet is my legacy?
Legacy…What is a legacy?
It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.
I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me.
America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me.
You let me make a difference, where even orphan immigrants
Can leave their fingerprints and
Rise up
I'm running out of time.
I'm running and my time's up, wise up, eyes up.
I catch a glimpse of the other side. Laurens leads a solder's chorus on the other side.
My son is on the other side. He's with my mother on the other side.
Washington is watching from the other side.
Teach me how to say goodbye.
Rise up, rise up, rise up.
Eliza.
Washington is watching from the other side
Teach me how to say goodbye
Rise up, rise up, rise up
My love take your time. I'll see you on the other side.
Raise a glass to freedom…
He aims his pistol at the sky!
I strike him right between his ribs.
I walk towards him, but I'm ushered away.
They row him back across the Hudson
I get a drink
I hear wailing in the streets.
Somebody tells me, "You better hide."
They say Angelica and Eliza,
Were both at his side when he died.
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