Lyrics by Tije Sanders
Music By David Rose
Produced at QIRT Studio

Tije:
Classical music playing in the halls
It seems you were the fairest of them all
I walked up and asked if you wanted to dance
You introduced me to your sister instead

Well it seems like you had me at my wits end
Talking to you makes me feel whole again
You touched my mind in ways I never seen
I never thought that you could be so keen

My Dear My Love, your words make me scream
My dear my love, is it getting hard to breathe
I know I know, we could live happily 
But I wish you could see what you did to me

Monroe:
Sooner or later you got married
A happy groom a happy bride a happy family
I was even at your own ceremony
Gave a toast to my sister, the bride to be
We wrote letters to each other at times
And sometimes I like to pretend you're mine
If I could change the course of history I'd make sure you're mine

My Dear, My Love - Original Music by Tije Sanders feat. Monroe Henry

This track was written, produced, and recorded at QIRT Studio by advanced students for the Hamilton on Broadway Competition. This submission won, and the students involved got the opportunity to perform it live on Broadway, on stage, in front of the cast and a full audience at The Richard Rogers theater in New York. 

To see the demo video that won us the competition, click here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56QAeYlPTZw

Lyrics and Music Composed by: Angelica Garcia, Christian Gordon, Ebube Nwaeme, Ivan Malcolm and David Rose

Lyrics

Narrator: 
July 11th 1804, two founding fathers going to war
right beside the jersey shore, listen to the song we'll give you lore
Arron Burr Vs. Hamilton, two fighting only one can win
Your banter will incur for sure the wrath of Burr, 
would you like to speak further, sir?

Burr:
Hamilton, Hamilton, Hamilton, I'm gonna put you in an ambulance
don't test me man, we battling
finna throw you out like a javelin
you're upset with me cause your father lost?
You can write what you write but you won't fight cause you're just soft.
You're just soft!
You try to ignore that you're poor
you ain't a saint you're a bore
sneakin through the back door with your whore
don't be sore- where's your mores? I'll settle the score
You ain't gonna write no more
you'll be sorry you opened this door when you're six feet under the floor, I'll meet you at the Jersey Shore
I ran for president I didn't need to get permission
this traumatic event you caused won't stifle all my ambitions
like Seabury and your son I'm continuing the tradition
now pick up that gun you bum, assume the position!

Taking my shot, the aim is locked
thought it was missing but trust me it's not 
I'm taking my shot, taking my shot
bullets don't stop. Thought we were fighting
I guess you forgot

Narrator:
Hamilton the great, Powerful and strong
highly articulate, tell the people that they're wrong
petty, petty he's an orphan growing
with his greatness showing with his writing blowin
reaping what he's sowing staying in the knowin
he's your brain in the game, got the people knowin

Hamilton:
You look mad, but that's just kind of sad
you should be thinking bout the seat that you had
that was my father's, should have messed with another
I'm using my skills as an author, now you won't be getting much further.
You don't realize, but I'm much smarter
in this republic you're the servant and I'm the master
Why would you want him for president? This lackey pretending to be intelligent?
Stuck up sucka setting up sick sentiments
you're right I resent this, and now you wanna vent?
You'll never be president!
You think you've got for sight but I've got political insight
why'd you wanna bring a gun into this word fight?
What, you can use your hands to shoot but not to write?

Why don't we stop cause guess what I'm not
shooting to kill I'm not taking my shot
whay don't we stop this gun's not a prop
you look like a fool bet you get that alot

Narrator: Ten!
Burr: I'm taking my Shot!
Narrator: Nine!
Hamilton: Guess what I'm not!
Narrator: Eight!
Burr and Hamilton: Ready!
Narrator: Seven!
Burr and Hamilton: Aim!
Narrator: Six Five Four Three Two One!

Reprise

The Duel - QIRT Original Composition for 2019 Hamilton Project

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My Dear, My Love - Original Music by Tije Sanders feat. Monroe Henry

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