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Valley Forge, 1778
Thomas

"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 conquered; yet we 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 this all a test or we met our doom?
Have we set a of parameters for our tomb?

I have never seen His Excellency so
So I've taken over all his correspondence
I have written Congress and dishonest responses
I am beyond of their nonsense

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

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

Hamilton, it down

But sir!

Alex, listen. only one way for us to win this
outrage, outright
Don't engage, by night
Remain relentless 'til their troops take
Make it impossible to justify the of the fight

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