Disclaimer: I don't own Hamilton or Jesus Christ Superstar (duh).
My mind is clearer now
At last, all too well, I can see where we all soon will be
If you strip away the myth from the man
You will see where we all soon will be.
Alex!
You've started to believe the things they say of you
You really do believe you could be president soon
And all the good you've done will soon get swept away
You've begun to matter more than the things you say
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Alexander, I don't like what I see
All I ask is that you listen to me
And remember, I've been your closest friend all along
You have set them all on fire
They think they've found their new pariah
And they'll hurt you if they find you're wrong
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I remember when this whole thing began
No talk of president, you were just a man
And believe me, my affection for you hasn't died
But every word you say
Gets twisted round some other way
And you never could be satisfied
/
Caribbean, your famous son
Should've stayed a great unknown
Like his father, dodging debt, how bad could it get?
A trading clerk's old wooden desk
Would have suited Alex best
He'd have caused nobody harm, no one alarm
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Alexander, do you care for your folk?
Look in our treasury, the country is broke
We are indebted, don't you see how in the red we are?
I am frightened by the crowd
For you are getting much too loud
And they'll crush you if you go too far, if you go too far
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Listen, Alex, to the warning I give
Please remember that I want you to live
But it's sad to see your chances weakening
With every hour
All the Federalists are blind
Too much taxes on their minds
It was beautiful, but now it's sour, yes it's all gone sour
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Listen, Alex, to the warning I give
Please remember that I want you to live
C'mon, c'mon, he won't listen to me
C'mon, c'mon, he won't listen to me