Confession time? here's what I got
My fellow soldiers'll tell you I'm a terrible shot (number eight!)
Your last chance to negotiate
Send in your seconds, see if they can set the record straight.

They won't teach you this in your classes
But look it up, Hamilton was wearing his glasses
Why? If not to take deadly aim?
It's him or me, the world will never be the same

I had only one thought before the slaughter
THIS MAN WILL NOT MAKE AN ORPHAN OF MY DAUGHTER

He aims his pistol at the sky. Wait! 🔫 I strike home fight between his ribs. I walk towards him but I am ushered away. The row him back across the Hudson. I get a drink. 🎶ohhhhhhhhhhhhh🎶 I hear wailing in the streets 🎶ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh🎶 somebody tells me you better hide 🎶ohhhhhhhhhh🎶they say Angelica and Eliza. We’re both at his safe when he died

Look him in the eye, aim no higher
Summon all the courage you require
Then count (one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine, number-ten paces, fire!)
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev'ral feet ahead of me?
I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?
There is no beat, no melody
Burr, my first friend, my enemy
Maybe the last face I ever see
If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?
What if this bullet is my legacy?

Legacy, what is a legacy?
It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see
I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me
America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me
You let me make a difference, a place where even orphan immigrants
Can leave their fingerprints and rise up
I'm running out of time, I'm running, and my time's up

Wise up, eyes up
I catch a glimpse of the other side
Laurens leads a soldiers' chorus on the other side
My son is on the other side
He's with my mother on the other side
Washington is watching from the other side
Teach me how to say goodbye
Rise up, rise up, rise up, Eliza!

My love, take your time
I'll see you on the other side
Raise a glass to freedom

He aims his pistol at the sky
WAIT

One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine
There are ten things you need to know number one!

We rode across the Hudson at dawn
My friend William P Van Ness signed on as my

number two!

Hamilton arrived with his crew
Nathaniel Pendelton and a doctor that he knew

number three,
I watched Hamilton examine the terrain
I wish I could tell you what was happening in his brain,

This man has poisoned my political pursuits!

Most disputes die and no one shoots,
number four,

Hamilton drew first position,
Looking to the world like a man on a mission.
This is a soldier with a marksman's ability!

The doctor turned around so he could have deniability,
five,

Now I didn't know this at the time,
but we were near the same spot his son died, is that why

He examined his gun with such rigor
I watched as he methodically fiddled with the trigger

(seven?)
Confession time? here's what I got
My fellow soldiers'll tell you I'm a terrible shot

Number eight! your last chance to negotiate