One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

There are ten things you need to know (number one)

We rowed across the Hudson at dawn

My friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my (number two)

Hamilton arrived with his crew

Nathaniel Pendleton 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 your (my) son died, is that why? (Six)

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

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 (number nine)

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

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

(Aah, aah, aah)

I hear wailing in the streets (aah, aah, aah)

Somebody tells me, "You′d better hide" (aah, aah, aah)

They say Angelica and Eliza

Were both at 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 history

I was too young and blind to see

I should′ve known

I should've known the world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me

The world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me