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Lyric
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The
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Battle
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of
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Yorktown,
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1781
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Monsieur
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Hamilton
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Monsieur
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Lafayette
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In
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command
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where
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you
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belong
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How
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you
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say?
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No
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sweat
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We're
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finally
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on
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the
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field,
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we've
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had
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quite
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a
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run
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Immigrants,
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we
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get
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the
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job
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done
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So,
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what
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happens
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if
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we
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win?
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I
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go
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back
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to
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France
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I
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bring
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freedom
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to
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my
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people
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If
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I
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am
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given
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the
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chance
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We'll
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be
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with
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you
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when
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you
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do
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Go
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lead
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your
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men
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See
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you
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on
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the
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other
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side
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'Til
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we
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met
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again,
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let's
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go!
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I
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am
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not
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Lyric
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throwin'
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again
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my
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shot!
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I
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am
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not
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throwin'
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again
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my
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shot!
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Hey
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yo,
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I'm
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just
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like
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my
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country
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I'm
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young
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scrappy
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and
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hungry
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And
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I'm
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not
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throwin'
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away
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my
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shot!
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I
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am
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not
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throwin'
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away
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my
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shot!
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'Til
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the
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world
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turns
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upside
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down
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'Til
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the
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world
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turns
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upside
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down!
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I've
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imagine
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death
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so
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much,
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it
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feels
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more
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like
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a
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memory
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This
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is
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where
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it
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gets
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me,
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on
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my
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feet
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the
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enemy
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ahead
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of
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me
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if
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this
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is
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the
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end
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of
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me,
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at
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least
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I
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Lyric
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have
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a
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friend
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with
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me
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Weapon
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in
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my
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hand,
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a
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command,
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and
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my
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men
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with
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me
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Then
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I
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remember
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my
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Eliza's
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expecting
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me
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Not
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only
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that,
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my
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Eliza's
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expecting
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We
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gotta
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go,
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gotta
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get
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the
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job
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done
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Gotta
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start
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a
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new
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nation,
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gotta
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meet
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my
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son!
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Take
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the
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bullets
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out
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your
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gun!
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(What?)
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The
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bullets
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out
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your
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gun!
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(What?)
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We
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move
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undercover
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and
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we
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move
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as
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one
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Through
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the
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night,
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we
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have
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one
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shot
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to
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live
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Another
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day
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We
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cannot
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let
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a
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stray
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Lyric
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gunshot
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give
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us
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away
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We
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will
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fight
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us
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close,
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seize
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the
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moment
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and
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stay
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in
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it
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It's
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either
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that
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or
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meet
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the
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business
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end
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of
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a
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bayonet
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The
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code
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word
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is
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"Rochambeau",
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dig
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me?
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(Rochambeau!)
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You
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have
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your
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orders
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now,
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go
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man,
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go!
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And
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so
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the
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American
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experiment
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begins
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With
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my
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friends
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all
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scattered
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to
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the
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winds
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Laurens
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is
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in
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South
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Carolina,
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redefining
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bravery
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We'll
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never
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be
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free
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until
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we
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end
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slavery!
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When
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we
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finally
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drive
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the
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British
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away
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Lafayette
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is
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there
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waiting
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Lyric
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in
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Chesapeake
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Bay!
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How
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did
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we
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know
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that
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this
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plan
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would
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work?
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We
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had
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a
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spy
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on
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the
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inside,
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that's
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right
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Hercules
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Mulligan!
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A
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tailor
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spyin'
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on
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the
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British
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Government!
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I
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take
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their
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measurements,
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information
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and
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then
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I
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smuggle
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it!
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(Up)
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To
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my
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brother's
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revolutionary
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covenant
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I'm
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runnin'
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with
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the
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Sons
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of
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Liberty
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and
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I
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am
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lovin'
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it!
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See,
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that's
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what
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happens
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when
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you
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up
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against
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the
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ruffians
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We
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in
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the
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shit
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now,
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somebody's
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gotta
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shovel
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it!
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Hercules
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Mulligan,
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I
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need
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no
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introduction
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Lyric
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When
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you
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knock
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me
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down
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I
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get
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the
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fuck
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back
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up
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again!
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Left!
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Right!
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Hold!
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Go!
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What!
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What?
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What!
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After
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a
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week
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of
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fighting,
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a
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young
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man
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in
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a
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red
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coat
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stands
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on
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a
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parapet
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We
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lower
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our
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guns
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as
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he
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frantically
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waves
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a
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white
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handkerchief
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And
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just
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like
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that,
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it's
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over,
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we
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tend
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to
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our
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wounded,
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we
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count
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our
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dead
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Black
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and
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white
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soldiers
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wonder
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alike
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if
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this
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really
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means
|
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freedom
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Not
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yet
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We
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negotiate
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the
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terms
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of
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surrender
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I
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see
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George
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