Lyric
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The
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issue
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on
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the
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table,
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France
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is
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on
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the
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verge
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of
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war
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with
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England
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and
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do
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we
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provide
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aid
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and
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troops
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to
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our
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French
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allies
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or
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do
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we
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stay
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out
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of
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it,
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remember.
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My
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decision
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on
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this
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matter
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is
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not
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subject
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to
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congressional
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approval.
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The
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only
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person
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you
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have
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to
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convince
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is
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me.
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Secretary
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Jefferson,
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you
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have
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the
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floor,
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sir.
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When
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we
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were
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on
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death's
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door,
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when
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we
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were
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needy.
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We
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made
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a
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promise,
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we
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Lyric
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signed
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a
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treaty.
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We
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needed
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money
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and
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guns
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and
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half
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a
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chance.
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Who
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provided
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those
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funds?
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France.
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In
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return,
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they
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didn't
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ask
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for
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land,
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only
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a
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promise
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that
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we'd
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lend
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a
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hand
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and
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stand
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with
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them
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if
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they
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fought
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against
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oppressors
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and
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revolution
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is
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messy
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but
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now
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is
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the
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time
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to
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stand.
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Stand
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with
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our
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brothers
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as
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they
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fight
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against
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tyranny.
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I
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know
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that
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Alexander
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Hamilton
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is
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here
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and
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he
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would
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rather
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not
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have
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this
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Lyric
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debate.
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I'll
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remind
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you
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that
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he
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is
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not
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Secretary
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of
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State.
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He
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knows
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nothing
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of
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loyalty,
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smells
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like
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new
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money,
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dresses
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like
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fake
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royalty.
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Desperate
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to rise
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above
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his
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station.
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Everything
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he
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does
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betrays
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the
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ideals
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of
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our
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nationn.
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Ooh
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Hey,
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and
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if
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ya
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don't
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know,
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now
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ya
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know,
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Mister
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President.
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Thank
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you,
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Secretary
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Jefferson.
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Secretary
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Hamilton,
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your
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response.
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You
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must
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be
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out
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of
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your
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goddamn
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mind
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if
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you
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think
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the
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President
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is
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gonna
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bring
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Lyric
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the
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nation
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to
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the
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brink
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of
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meddling
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in
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the
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middle
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of
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a
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military
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mess.
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A
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game
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of
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chess,
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where
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France
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is
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Queen
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and
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Kingless.
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We
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signed
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a
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treaty
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with
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a
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King
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whose
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head
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is
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now
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in
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a
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basket.
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Would
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you
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like
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to
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take
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it
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out
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and
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ask
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it?
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"Should
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we
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honor
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our
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treaty,
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king
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Louis'
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head."
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"Uh
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do
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whatever
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you
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want,
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I'm
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super
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dead."
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Enough,
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Hamilton
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is
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right.
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Mister
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President.
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We're
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too
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fragile
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to
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Lyric
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start
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another
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fight.
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But
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sir,
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do
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we
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not
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fight
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for
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freedom.
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Sure,
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when
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the
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French
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figure
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out
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who's
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gonna
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lead
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'em.
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The
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people
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are
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leading.
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The
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people
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are
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rioting.
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There's
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a
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difference,
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frankly.
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It's
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a
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little
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disquieting
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you
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would
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let
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your
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ideals
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blind
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you
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to
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reality.
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Hamilton.
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Sir.
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Draft
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a
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statement
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of
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neutrality.
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Did
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you
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forget
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Lafayette?
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What?
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Have
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you
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an
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ounce
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of
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regret?
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You
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accumulate
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debt,
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you
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accumulate
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power.
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Yet
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in
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their
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hour
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Lyric
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of
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need,
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you
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forget.
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Lafayette's
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a
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smart
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man,
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he'll
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be
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fine
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and
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before
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he
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was
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your
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friend,
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he
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was
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mine.
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If
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we
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try
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to
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fight
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in
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every
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revolution
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in
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the
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world,
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we
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never
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stop,
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where
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do
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we
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draw
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the
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line.
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So
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quick
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witted.
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Alas,
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I
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admit
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it.
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I
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bet
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you
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were
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quite
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a
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lawyer.
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My
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defendants
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got
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acquited.
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Yeah,
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well,
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someone
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oughta
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remind
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you.
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What.
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You're
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nothing
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without
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Washington
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behind
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you.
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Hamilton.
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Daddy's
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calling.
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