| How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
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| spot in the Caribbean by Providence impoverished in squalor
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| grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
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| The Ten dollar, founding father without a father
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| got a lot farther by working a lot harder
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| by being a lot smarter by being a self-starter
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| by fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter
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| And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
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| across the waves he struggled and kept his guard up
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| Inside he was longing for something to be a part of
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| the brother was ready to beg steal borrow or barter
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| Then a hurricane came and devastation rained
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| our man saw his future drip-dripping down the drain
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| put a pencil to his temple connected it to his brain
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| and he wrote his first refrain a testament to his pain
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| Well the word got around they said this kid is insane man
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| took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
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| Get your education don't forget from whence you came. |
| And the world is gonna know your name.
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| What's ya name, man?
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| Alexander Hamilton.
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| My name is Alexander Hamilton.
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| And there's a million things I haven't done.
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| But just you wait, just you, wait.
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| When he was 10, his father split
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| Full of it, debt-ridden
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| Two years later, see Alex and his mother, bed-ridden
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| Half-dead, sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick
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| And Alex got better but his mother went quick
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| Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
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| Left him with nothin' but ruined pride
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| Somethin' new inside
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| A voice saying Alex, you gotta fend for yourself
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| He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf
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| There would've been nothin' left to do
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| For someone less astute
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| He would've been dead and destitute
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| Without a cent of restitution
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| Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord
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| Tradin' sugar cane and rum and other things he can't afford
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| Scannin' for every book he can get his hands on
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| Plannin' for the future, see him now as he stands on
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| The bow of a ship headed for a new land
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| In New York you can be a new man (x4) In New York (New York) Just you wait (x3)
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| Alexander Hamilton
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| We are waiting in the weeds for you
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| You could never back down
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| You never learned to take your time
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| Alexander Hamilton
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| America Sings for you
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| Do they know what you overcame
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| Do they know you control your name
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| The world will never be the same, oh
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| The ship is in the harbor now
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| See if you can spot him
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| Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom
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| His enemies destroyed his rep, America forgot him
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| We, fought with him
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| Me, I died for him
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| Me, I trusted him
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| Me, I loved him
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| And me, I'm the damn fool that shot him
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| There's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait
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| Whats ya name man? |