I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love.

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piano noise

(You guys wanna do the world was wide enough?)

(Hello?)

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There are ten things you need to know!

Number one! We rowed across the Hudson at dawn.

My friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my (number two!)

Hamilton arrived with his crew. Nathaniel Pendelton and a doctor that he knew.(Number three!)

I watched Hamilton examine the terrain
I wish I could tell you what was happening in his brain
This man has poisoned my political pursuits!
Most disputes die and no one shoots (number four!)

Hamilton drew first position. Looking, to the world, like a man on a mission.

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!

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Number 10 paces fire!

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