Raise a glass to freedom...
I keep his eyes in my life
Call me son one more time
Let me be a part of the narrative
I witnessed their deaths firsthand
We're gonna teach em how to say goodbye
When I was twelve my mother died
She was holding me
Put what we had aside
I'm erasing myself from the narrative
You, you, you...
Five six seven—
Is he breathing is he going to survive this
Sept huit neuf...
It's quiet uptown
Forgiveness, can you imagine
Come back to bed. That would be enough
He aims his pistol at the sky , WAIT!
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story
Will they tell your story
Oh I can't wait to se you again
The orphanage
Heather is the me inside of me
Say hi to god
Everything about me makes me want to die
God he's such a loser
*Micheal hums the tune of Michel in the Bathroom*
I choke back the tears
Wish I offend myself instead, wish I was never born
If you could fall...and no one would hear
When all of these are from Hamilton
