Lyric
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There's
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nothing
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rich
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folks
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love
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more
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than
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going
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downtown
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and
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slummin'
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it
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with
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the
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poor.
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They
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pull
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up
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in
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their
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carriages
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and
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gawk
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at
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the
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students
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in
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the
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common,
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just
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to
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watch
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them
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talk.
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Take
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Philip
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Schuyler,
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the
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man
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is
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loaded.
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Uh
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oh,
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but
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little
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does
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he
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know
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that
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his
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daughters,
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Peggy,
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Angelica,
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Eliza,
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sneak
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into
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the
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city
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just
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to
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watch
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all
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the
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guys
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at-
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Angelica!
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(Work,
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work!)
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Eliza!
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And
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Peggy!
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(Work,
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work!)
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The
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Schuyler
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sisters!
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Angelica!
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Peggy!
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Eliza!
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(Work!)
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Daddy
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said
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to
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be
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Lyric
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home
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by
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sundown.
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Daddy
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doesn't
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need
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to
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know.
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Daddy
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said
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not
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to
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go
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downtown.
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Like
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I
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said,
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you're
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free
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to
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go,
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but
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look
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around,
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look
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around,
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the
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revolution's
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happening
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in
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New
|
York.
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New
|
York.
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Angelica.
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(Work!)
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It's
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bad
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enough
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daddy
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wants
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to
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go
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to
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war.
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People
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shouting
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in
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the
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square.
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It's
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bad
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enough
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there'll
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be
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violence
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on
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our
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shore.
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New
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ideas
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in
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the
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air.
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Look
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around,
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look
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around.
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Angelica,
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remind
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me
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what
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we've
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looking
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for.
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She's
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lookin'
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for
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me!
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Eliza,
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I'm
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lookin'
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for
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a
|
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Lyric
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mind
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at
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work.
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(Work)
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I'm
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lookin'
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for
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a
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mind
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at
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work!
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(Work)
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I'm
|
lookin'
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for
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a
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mind
|
at
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work!
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(Work)
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Whoa!
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Whoa!
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Work!
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Woah!
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There's
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nothin'
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like
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summer
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in
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the
|
city.
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Someone
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in
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a
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rush
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next
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to
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someone
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lookin'
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pretty.
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Excuse
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me,
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miss,
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I
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know
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it's
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not
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funny
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but
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your
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perfume
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like
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your
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daddy's
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got
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money.
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Why
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you
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slummin'
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in
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the
|
city
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in
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your
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fancy
|
heels,
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you
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searchin'
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for
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an
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urchin
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who
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can
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give
|
you
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ideals?
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Burr,
|
you
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disgust
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me.
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Ah,
|
so
|
|
Lyric
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you've
|
discussed
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me.
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I'm
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a
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trust
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fund,
|
you
|
can
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trust
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me!
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I've
|
been
|
reading
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Common
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Sense
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by
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Thomas
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Paine,
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so
|
men
|
say
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I'm
|
intense
|
or
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I'm
|
insane.
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You
|
want
|
a
|
revolution?
|
I
|
want
|
a
|
revelation,
|
so
|
listen
|
to
|
my
|
declaration.
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"We
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hold
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these
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truths
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to
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be
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self-evident
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that
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all
|
men
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are
|
created
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equal."
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And
|
when
|
I
|
meet
|
Thomas
|
Jefferson
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(Uhh!)
|
I'ma
|
compel
|
him
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to
|
include
|
women
|
in
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the
|
sequel!
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(Work!)
|
Look
|
around,
|
look
|
around
|
at
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how
|
lucky
|
we
|
are
|
to
|
be
|
alive
|
right
|
|
Lyric
|
now!
|
Look
|
around,
|
look
|
around
|
at
|
how
|
lucky
|
we
|
are
|
to
|
be
|
alive
|
right
|
now!
|
History
|
is
|
happening
|
in
|
Manhattan
|
and
|
we
|
just
|
happen
|
to
|
be,
|
in
|
the
|
greatest
|
city
|
in
|
the
|
world!
|
In
|
the
|
greatest
|
city
|
in
|
the
|
world!
|
'Cause
|
I've
|
been
|
reading
|
Common
|
Sense
|
by
|
Thomas
|
Paine.
|
(Look
|
around,
|
look
|
around.)
|
So
|
men
|
say
|
that
|
I'm
|
intense
|
or
|
I'm
|
insanse
|
(history
|
is
|
happening
|
in
|
New
|
York)
|
You
|
want
|
a
|
revolution?
|
(Look
|
around,
|
look
|
around)
|
I
|
want
|
a
|
revelation
|
(New
|
York)
|
So
|
|
Lyric
|
listen
|
to
|
my
|
declaration
|
(it's
|
happening)
|
We
|
hold
|
these
|
truths
|
to
|
be
|
self-evident
|
(look
|
around,
|
look
|
around)
|
That
|
all
|
men
|
are
|
created
|
equal
|
(at
|
how
|
lucky
|
we
|
are
|
to
|
be
|
alive
|
right
|
now)
|
Look
|
around,
|
look
|
around
|
at
|
how
|
lucky
|
we
|
are
|
to
|
be
|
alive
|
right
|
now!
|
History
|
is
|
happening
|
in
|
Manhattan
|
and
|
we
|
just
|
happen
|
to
|
be
|
in
|
the
|
greatest
|
city
|
in
|
the
|
world
|
(in
|
the
|
greatest
|
city)
|
In
|
the
|
greatest
|
city
|
in
|
the
|
world!
|
Angelica!
|
(Work,
|
work!)
|
Eliza!
|
And
|
Peggy!
|
(Work,
|
|