Started blasting

I strike him right between his ribs
I walk towards him, but I am ushered away
they row him back across the hudson
I get a drink
I hear wailing in the streets
somebody tells me, you better hide, angelica and eliza were by his side when he died.......

Death doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes

History obliterates, in every picture it paints
It paints me and all my mistakes
When Alexander aimed at the sky
He may have been the first one to die
But I'm the one who paid for it
.........I survived but I paid for it

Now I'm the villain in your historyyyyyyyyyyy
I was to young and blind to seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I should have knoooOoooown I should have known
The world was wide enough for Hamilton and meeeeee

*sniff*

the world was wi-ide enough
for both hamilton and me *cries*

*sobs*

;-;

*tissue*

*who lives who dies who tells your story plays*

Let me tell you what I wish I'd known, when I was younger and dreamed of gloooorrrryyyy you have no control
Who lives who dies who tells your stOOOOOORRRRRYYYYY

*gets five tissues*

President Jefferson
I'll give him this, his financial system is a work of genius
I couldn't undo it if I tried
And I've tried.

Who lives, who dies, who tells your stoooooooooooory

*I'm doing some kind of version of Eliza's scream*

*Cries some more*

President Madison. He took our country from bankruptcy to prosperity. I hate to admit it, but he doesn't get enough credit for all the credit he gave us

who lives who dies who tells your stoorrrrrrrrry

EVERY OTHER FOUNDING FATHER'S STORY GETS TOLD
EVERY OTHER FOUNDING FATHER GETS TO GROW OLD!!!!!

And when you're gone, who remembers your name?
Who keeps your flame?
Who tells your story?
Who tells your story?
Who tells your story?

*Starts crying more*

*sniff*

eLIIIIIIIIIIIIza
I put myself bacc in the narrative
eLIIIIIIIIZA
please stop wasting your time on tears I live for another 50 years, it's not enough
ELIIIIIIIZA
I interview every soldier that fought by your side *burn music (why)*
she tells my stoooooorrrrrrrry
I make sense of your thousands of pages of writing, you really do write like youre running out of tIME

I RELY ON ANGELICAAAAAAAAAA WHILE SHE'S ALIVE *vocalizing* WE TELL YOUR STOOOOOOORRRRRRRRY *harmony*
SHE IS BURIED IN TRINITY CHURCH NEAR YOU *cries* when I needed her most she was right on tIME

BUT IM STILL NOT THROUGH I ASK MYSELF WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU HAD MORE TIME

The Lord, in his kindness
He gives me what you always wanted
He gives me more time
I raise funds in D.C. for the Washington Monument
I speak out against slavery
You could have done so much more if you only had time
And when my time is up, have I done enough?
Will they tell your story?
Oh, can I show you what I'm proudest of?
I established the first private orphanage in New York City
I help to raise hundreds of children
I get to see them growing up
In their eyes I see you, Alexander
I see you every time
And when my time is up
Have I done enough?
Will they tell your story?
Oh, I can't wait to see you again
It's only a matter of time
Will they tell your story?
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?
Will they tell your story?
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

Lol yeah