Lyric
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British
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Admiral
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Howe's
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got
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troops
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on
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the
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water.
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Thirty
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two
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thousand
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troops
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in
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New
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York
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Harbor.
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When
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they
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surround
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our
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troops,
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they
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surround
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our
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troops,
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when
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they
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surround
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our
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troops.
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As
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a
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kid
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in
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the
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Caribbean,
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I
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wished
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for
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a
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war
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I
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knew
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that
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I
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was
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poor
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I
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knew
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it
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was
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the
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only
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way
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to
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rise
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up.
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If
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they
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tell
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my
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story
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I
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am
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either
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gonna
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die
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on
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the
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battlefield
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in
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glory
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or
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rise
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up.
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I
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will
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fight
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for
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this
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land,
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but
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there's
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only
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Lyric
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one
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man
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who
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can
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give
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us
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a
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command,
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so
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we
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can
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rise
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up.
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Understand,
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it's
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the
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only
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way
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to
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rise
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up,
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rise
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up.
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Here
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he
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comes.
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(Here
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comes
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the
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General!)
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Ladies
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and
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Gentleman!
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(Here
|
comes
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the
|
General!)
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The
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moment
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you've
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been
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waiting
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for!
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(Here
|
comes
|
the
|
General!)
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The
|
pride
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of
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Mount
|
Vernon!
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(Here
|
comes
|
the
|
General!)
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George
|
Washington!
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We
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are
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out-gunned!
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(What!)
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Out-manned!
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(What!)
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Out-numbered,
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out-planned.
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(Boom,
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boom,
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boom,
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boom,
|
boom!)
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We
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gotta
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make
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an
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all-out
|
stand.
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Hey
|
yo,
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I'm
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gonna
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need
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a
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right-hand
|
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Lyric
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man.
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(Boom,
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boom,
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boom,
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boom,
|
boom!)
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Check
|
it,
|
can
|
I
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be
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real
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a
|
second,
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for
|
just
|
a
|
millisecond?
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Let
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down
|
my
|
guard
|
and
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tell
|
the
|
people
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how
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I
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feel
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a
|
second?
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Now
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I'm
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the
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model
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of
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a
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modern
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major
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general.
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The
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venerated
|
Virginian
|
veteran
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whose
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men
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are
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all
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lining
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up
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to
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put
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me
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up
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on
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a
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pedestal,
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writing
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letters
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to
|
relatives
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embellishing
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my
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elegance
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and
|
eloquence
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but
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the
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elephant
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is
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in
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the
|
room
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the
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truth
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is
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in
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your
|
face
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when
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you
|
hear
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the
|
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Lyric
|
British
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Cannons
|
go
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(Boom!)
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Any
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hope
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of
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success
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is
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fleeting
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How
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can
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I
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keep
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leading
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when
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the
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people
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I'm
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leading
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keep
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retreating?
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We
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put
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a
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stop
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to
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the
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bleeding
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as
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the
|
British
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take
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Brooklyn.
|
Knight
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takes
|
Rook,
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but
|
look
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We
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are
|
out-gunned!
|
(What!)
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Out-manned!
|
(What!)
|
Out-numbered,
|
out-planned
|
(Boom,
|
boom,
|
boom,
|
boom,
|
boom!)
|
We
|
gotta
|
make
|
an
|
all-out
|
stand.
|
Hey
|
yo,
|
I'm
|
gonna
|
need
|
a
|
right-hand
|
man.
|
(Boom,
|
boom,
|
boom,
|
boom,
|
boom!)
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Incoming!
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They're
|
battering
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down
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the
|
Battery.
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Check
|
the
|
damages.
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We
|
gotta
|
stop
|
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Lyric
|
'em
|
and
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rob
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'em
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of
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their
|
advantages.
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Let's
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take
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a
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stand
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with
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the
|
stamina
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God
|
has
|
granted
|
us
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Hamilton
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won't
|
abandon
|
ship.
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Yo,
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let's
|
steal
|
their
|
cannons.
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(Sh-boom!)
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goes
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the
|
cannon,
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watch
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the
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blood
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and
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the
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shit
|
spray,
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and
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(Boom!)
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goes
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the
|
cannon,
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we're
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abandoning
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Kips
|
Bay,
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and
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(Boom!)
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There's
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another
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ship,
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and
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(Boom!)
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We
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just
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lost
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the
|
southern
|
tip,
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and
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(Boom!)
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We
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gotta
|
run
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to
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Harlem
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quick,
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we
|
can't
|
afford
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another
|
slip.
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Guns
|
and
|
horses
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giddy
|
up
|
I
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decide
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to
|
divvy
|
up
|
|
Lyric
|
my
|
forces
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They're
|
skittish
|
as
|
the
|
British
|
cut
|
the
|
city
|
up.
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This
|
close
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to
|
giving
|
up,
|
facing
|
mad
|
scrunity
|
I
|
scream
|
in
|
the
|
face
|
of
|
this
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mass
|
mutiny.
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"Are
|
these
|
the
|
men
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with
|
which
|
I
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am
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to
|
defend
|
America?"
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We
|
ride
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at
|
midnight,
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Manhattan
|
in
|
the
|
distance
|
I
|
cannot
|
be
|
everywhere
|
at
|
once,
|
people!
|
I'm
|
in
|
dire
|
need
|
of
|
assistance.
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Your
|
Excellency,
|
sir.
|
Who
|
are
|
you?
|
Aaron
|
Burr,
|
sir
|
permission
|
to
|
state
|
my
|
case?
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As
|
you
|
were.
|
Sir,
|
I
|
was
|
a
|
Captain,
|
under
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