Lyric
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How
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does
|
the
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bastard,
|
orphan,
|
son
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of
|
a
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whore.
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Go
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on
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and
|
on.
|
Grow
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into
|
more
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of
|
a
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phenomenon?
|
Watch
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this
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obnoxious,
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arrogant,
|
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Lyric
|
loudmouth
|
bother
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be
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seated
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at
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the
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right
|
hand
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of
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the
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father.
|
Washington
|
hires
|
Hamilton
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right
|
on
|
sight.
|
But
|
Hamilton
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still
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wants
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to
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fight,
|
|
Lyric
|
not
|
write.
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Now
|
Hamilton's
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skill
|
with
|
a
|
quill
|
is
|
undeniable
|
but
|
what
|
do
|
we
|
have
|
in
|
common.
|
We're
|
reliable
|
with
|
the
|
Ladies.
|
There
|
|
Lyric
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are
|
so
|
many
|
to
|
deflower.
|
Ladies
|
Looks
|
Proximity
|
to
|
power.
|
Ladies
|
They
|
delighted
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and
|
distracted
|
him
|
Martha
|
Washington
|
named
|
her
|
feral
|
tomcat
|
after
|
|
Lyric
|
him.
|
That's
|
true,
|
Seventeen
|
Eighty
|
A
|
Winter's
|
Ball
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and
|
the
|
Schuyler
|
sisters
|
are
|
the
|
envy
|
of
|
all.
|
Yo,
|
if
|
you
|
can
|
marry
|
a
|
|
Lyric
|
sister,
|
you're
|
rich,
|
son.
|
Is
|
it
|
a
|
question
|
of
|
if,
|
Burr,
|
or
|
which
|
one?
|
Hey.
|
Hey.
|
Hey,
|
hey,
|
hey,
|
hey,
|
hey,
|
hey.
|
|
Martha* instead of Marie
Btw it's „If you *could* marry a sister...",
not can :)