| Each night as I go walking
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| I hear the dead men talking
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| They tell me of all your misdeeds
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| Lead me to all your leads
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| Each night as I go walking underneath the lamplight
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| I bring my baritsu and I’m ready for a fight
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| My boots are shiny brown
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| And my cane’s of oak
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| I’ll unleash some hurting on you
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| Justice I’ll invoke!
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| 'Cause I’m a Victorian vigilante
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| Bring some justice on your head
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| From the palace to the riverside
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| For your troubles you’ll get bled
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| A Victorian vigilante
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| Bring some justice on your head
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| From the palace to the riverside
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| For your troubles you’ll be dead
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| Cutscene: your victim’s dethroned
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| Dripping ice hook on crimson cobblestones
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| Wipe your hands on the dead man’s greatcoat
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| And dive into the sewer’s black boat
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| All your steps have led me to this spot
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| You hide your tracks but there’s one that you forgot
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| Drag your dripping coat out o’er the water black
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| But I stand waiting, and I’m on the attack!
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| 'Cause I’m a Victorian vigilante
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| Bring some justice on your head
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| From the palace to the riverside
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| For your troubles you’ll get bled
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| A Victorian vigilante
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| Bring some justice on your head
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| From the palace to the riverside
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| For your troubles you’ll be dead
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| Pacing slowly round each other in the rain
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| Our eyes are locked as you unsheathe your sword cane
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| We know each other, although we’ve never met
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| An ice cold gaze you won’t soon forget
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| You swing and thrust, I wrap you in my coat
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| Suddenly behind you, and my blade is at your throat
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| You kick and swing your fists and blade and shoe
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| But all your twitching, pulling, has cut your neck in two
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| 'Cause I’m a Victorian vigilante
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| Bring some justice on your head
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| From the palace to the riverside
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| For your troubles you’ll get bled
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| A Victorian vigilante
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| Bring some justice on your head
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| From the palace to the riverside
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| For your troubles you’ll be dead |