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Valley Forge, winter
Paine:

"These are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph."

I am seeing the best minds of my
Waste away in pestilence and
Is all a test or have we met our doom?
Have we set a of parameters for our tomb?

I have seen His Excellency so despondent
So taken over writing all his correspondence
I have written Congress and dishonest responses
I am beyond comprehension of their

say, saddle up! Attack the British forces!
I shoot back, we have to eating our horses
Local merchants us equipment, assistance
They only take British money, so sing a song of

Sixty full of dysentery, death
Dying breaths and dilettantes and in the distance
Congress, I beg of you, justify your
Are you men or just a bunch of indigenous
Unite states, give them stakes in our resistance
Do you have no influence at all, you fucking

Hamilton, it down

But sir!

Alex, listen. There's one way for us to win this
outrage, outright
Don't engage, strike by
Remain relentless their troops take flight
Make it impossible to the cost of the fight

(outrun)
(outlast)
Hit 'em quick, get out (uh-huh)
alive 'til this horror show is past
We're gonna fly a lot of flags
(Yeah)