Lyric
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How
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does
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Hamilton,
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an
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arrogant
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immigrant,
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orphan
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bastard,
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whoreson
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Somehow
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endorse
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Thomas
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Jefferson,
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his
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enemy
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A
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man
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he's
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despised
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since
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the
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beginning
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Just
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to
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keep
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me
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from
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winning?
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I
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wanna
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be
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in
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the
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room
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where
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it
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happens
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The
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room
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where
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it
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happens
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The
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room
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where
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it
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happens
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You've
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kept
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me
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from
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the
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room
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where
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it
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Lyric
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happens
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For
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the
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last
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time
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Dear
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Alexander
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I
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am
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slow
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to
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anger
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But
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I
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toe
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the
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line
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As
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I
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reckon
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with
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the
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effects
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Of
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your
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life
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on
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mine
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I
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look
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back
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on
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where
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I
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failed
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And
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in
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every
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place
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I
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checked
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The
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only
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common
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thread
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has
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been
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your
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disrespect
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Now
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you
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call
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me
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"amoral"
|
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Lyric
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A
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'Dangerous
|
disgrace"
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If
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you've
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got
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something
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to
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say,
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name
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a
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time
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and
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place,
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face-
|
to-
|
face
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I
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have
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the
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honor
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to
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be
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your
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obedient
|
servant
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A
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dot
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Burr
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Mr.
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Vice
|
President
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I
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am
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not
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the
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reason
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no
|
one
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trusts
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you
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No
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one
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knows
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what
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you
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believe
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I
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will
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not
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equivocate
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on
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my
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opinion
|
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Lyric
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I
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have
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always
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worn
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it
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on
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my
|
sleeve
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Even
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if
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I
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said
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what
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you
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think
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I
|
said
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You
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would
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need
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to
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cite
|
a
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more
|
specific
|
grievance
|
Here's
|
an
|
itemized
|
list
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of
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thirty
|
years
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of
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disagreements
|
Sweet
|
Jesus
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Hey,
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I
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have
|
not
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been
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shy
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I
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am
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a
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guy
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in
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the
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public
|
eye
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Tryna
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do
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Lyric
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my
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best
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for
|
our
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republic,
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I
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don't
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wanna
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fight
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But
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I
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won't
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apologise
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for
|
doing
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what's
|
right
|
I
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have
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the
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honor
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to
|
be
|
your
|
obedient
|
servant
|
A
|
dot
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Ham
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Careful
|
how
|
you
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proceed,
|
good
|
man
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Intemperate
|
indeed,
|
good
|
man
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Answer
|
for
|
the
|
accusations
|
I
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lay
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at
|
your
|
feet
|
or
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prepare
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to
|
bleed,
|
good
|
man
|
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Lyric
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Burr,
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your
|
grievance
|
is
|
legitimate
|
I
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stand
|
by
|
what
|
I
|
said,
|
every
|
bit
|
of
|
it
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You
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stand
|
only
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for
|
yourself,
|
it's
|
what
|
you
|
do
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I
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can't
|
apologise
|
because
|
it's
|
true
|
Then
|
stand,
|
Alexander
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Weehawken,
|
dawn
|
Guns
|
drawn
|
You're
|
on
|
I
|
have
|
the
|
honor
|
to
|
be
|
your
|
obedient
|
servant
|
A
|
dot
|
Ham
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A
|
dot
|
Burr
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