Lyric
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How
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does
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a
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ragtag
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volunteer
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army
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in
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need
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of
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a
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shower
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Somehow
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defeat
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a
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global
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superpower?
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How
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do
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we
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emerge
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victorious
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from
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the
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quagmire?
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Leave
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the
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battlefield
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waving
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Betsy
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Ross'
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flag
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higher?
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Yo,
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turns
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out
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we
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have
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a
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secret
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weapon
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An
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immigrant,
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you
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know
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and
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love,
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who's
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unafraid
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to
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step
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in
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He's
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constantly
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confusin',
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Lyric
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confoundin'
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the
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British
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henchmen
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Ev'ryone
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give
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it
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up
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for
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America's
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favourite
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fighting
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Frenchman
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Lafayette!
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I'm
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takin'
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this
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horse
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by
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the
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reins
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makin'
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Redcoats
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redder
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with
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bloodstains
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Lafayette!
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And
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I'm
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never
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gonna
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stop
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until
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I
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make
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'em
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Drop
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and
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burn
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'em
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up
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and
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scatter
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their
|
remains,
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I'm
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Lafayette!
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Watch
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me
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engagin'
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'em!
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Escapin'
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me!
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Enragin'
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Lyric
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'em
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I'm-
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Lafayette!
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I
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go
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to
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France
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for
|
more
|
funds
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Lafayette!
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I
|
come
|
back
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with
|
more
|
guns
|
And
|
ships
|
And
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so
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the
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balance
|
shifts
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We
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rendezous
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with
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Rochambeau,
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consolidate
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their
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gifts
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We
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can
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end
|
this
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war
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at
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Yorktown,
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cut
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them
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off
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at
|
sea,
|
but
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For
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this
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to
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succeed,
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there
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is
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someone
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else
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we
|
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Lyric
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need
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I
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know
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Hamilton!
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Sir,
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he
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knows
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what
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to
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do
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in
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a
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trench
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Ingenuitive
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and
|
fluent
|
in
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French,
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I
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mean-
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Hamilton!
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Sir,
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you're
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gonna
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have
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to
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use
|
him
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eventually
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What's
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he
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gonna
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do
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on
|
the
|
bench?
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I
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mean
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Hamilton!
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No
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one
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has
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more
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resilience
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Or
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matches
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my
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practical
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tactical
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brilliance
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Hamilton!
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You
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wanna
|
|
Lyric
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fight
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for
|
your
|
land
|
back?
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Hamilton!
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I
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need
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my
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right-
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hand
|
man
|
back!
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Ah!
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Uh,
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get
|
ya
|
right-
|
hand
|
man,
|
back
|
You
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know
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you
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gotta
|
get
|
ya
|
right-
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hand
|
man
|
back
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I
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mean
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you
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gotta
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put
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some
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thought
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Into
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the
|
letter
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but
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the
|
sooner
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the
|
better
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To
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get
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your
|
right-
|
hand
|
man
|
back
|
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Lyric
|
Alexander
|
Hamilton
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Troops
|
are
|
waiting
|
in
|
the
|
field
|
for
|
you
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If
|
you
|
join
|
us
|
right
|
now,
|
together
|
we
|
can
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turn
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the
|
tide
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Oh,
|
Alexander
|
Hamilton
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I
|
have
|
soldiers
|
that
|
will
|
yield
|
for
|
you
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If
|
we
|
manage
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to
|
get
|
this
|
right
|
They'll
|
surrender
|
by
|
early
|
light
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The
|
world
|
will
|
never
|
be
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the
|
same,
|
Alexander.
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