Wait For It (from 'Hamilton') piano leadsheet with chords

Theodosia writes me a letter ev'ryday.

I'm keeping her bed warm while her husband is away.

He's on the British side in Georgia.

He's tryin' to keep the colonies in line.

He can keep all of Georgia.

Theodosia, she's mine.

Love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints,

it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep loving anyway.

We laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes.

And if there's a reason I'm by her side when so many have tried then I'm willing to wait for it.

I'm willing to wait for it.

(Wait for it, wait for it,

wait for it.)

My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher.

(Preacher, preacher, preacher.)

But there are things that the homilies and hymns won't teach ya.

(Teach ya, teach ya,

teach ya.)

My mother was a genius,

my father commanded respect.

(Respect, respect.)

When they died they left no instructions.

Just a legacy to protect.

Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints,

it takes, and it takes, and it takes,

and we keep living anyway.

We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes.

And if there's a reason I'm still alive when ev'ryone who loves me has died,

I'm willing to wait for it.

I'm willing to wait for it.

Life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints,

it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep loving anyway.

We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes.

And if there's a reason I'm still alive when so many have died,

then I'm willing to...

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