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How does a Bastard, orphan son of a whore
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And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean
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By providence, impoverished, in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
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The 10 dollar Founding father without a father
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Got a lot farther
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by working a lot harder,
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by being a lot smarter
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By being a self-starter,
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by 14 they placed him in charge of a trading charter
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And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
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Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
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Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
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The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow or barter
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Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
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Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
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Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
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And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
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Well, the word got around, they said
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"This kid is insane, man!"
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Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
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"Get your education, don't forget from whence you came
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And the world's gonna know your name
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What's your name, man?"
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Alexander Hamilton
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My name is Alexander Hamilton
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And there's a million things I haven't done
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But just you wait, just you wait
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When he was 10, his father split, full of it, debt ridden
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2 years later, see Alex and his mother bedridden
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Half-dead, sitting in their own sick, the scent thick
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And Alex got better, but his mother went quick
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Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
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Left him with nothing but ruined pride, something new inside
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A voice saying, "Alex, you gotta fend for yourself"
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He started retreating and reading every treatise on the shelf
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There woulda been nothing left to do for someone less astute
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He woulda been dead and destitute without a cent of restitution
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Started working, clerking for his late mother's landlord
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Trading sugar cane and rum and all the things he can't afford
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Scamming for every book he can get his hands on
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Planning for the future,
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see him now as he stands on
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The bow of a ship headed for a new land
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In New York, you can be a new man
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In New York, you can be a new man
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In New York, you can be a new man
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In New York, you can be a new man
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In New York
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Just you wait!
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Alexander Hamilton
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We are waiting in the wings for you
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You could never back down,
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you never learned to take your time
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Oh, Alexander Hamilton
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When America sings for you
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Will they know what you overcame?
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Will they know you rewrote the game?
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The world will never be the same, oh
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The ship is in the harbor now,
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see if you can spot him
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Another immigrant coming up from the bottom
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His enemies destroyed his rep,
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America forgot him
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We fought with him
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Me? I died for him
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Me? I trusted him
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Me? I loved him
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And me? I'm the damn fool that shot him
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There's a million thing I haven't done
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But just you wait
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What's your name, man?
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Alexander Hamilton!
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