The World Was Wide Enough

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 is poisoned by 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, several 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