| I see the vigilante watchin' in the deep o' the night,
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| I always find him where his heart is, he’s fightin' the good fight,
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| He smells the scent of trouble and prepares to leave,
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| He’s got his eyes on the horizon, reachin' higher,
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| He’s got his eyes on the horizon, and his boots on his feet.
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| When I was stranded at the crossroads it was dismal and grey,
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| And when I asked him for directions he showed me the good way,
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| And if the sky is swirlin' still his pace never swerves
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| Because his heart is always faithful, reachin' higher
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| Because his heart is always faithful to the captain he serves.
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| So when the storm of deception is roundin' the bend
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| Y’know the vigilante’s watchin', and he won’t let it in.
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| Tho' I have seen him climbin' mountains with so heavy a load
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| He always lends a helpin' hand and he walks on the good road,
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| It often makes me wonder how he wins with such ease,
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| But then he keeps his vigil constant, and he’s aimin' to please
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| So when illusion’s approachin' and danger is nigh,
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| Y’know the vigilante’s watchin' and he won’t let it by.
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| I’ve seen him fight the fiercest foe until its forces divide,
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| Cuz he’s the fairest of them all and he chooses the good side,
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| So when the tempters tease and try to make him unsure,
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| Y’know the fires of war are burnin', reachin' higher,
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| Y’know the fires of war are burnin', but his weapons are pure
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| So when the clouds of confusion can creep into view
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| Y’know the vigilante’s watchin', and he won’t let 'em thru.
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| I see the vigilante watchin' in the deep o' the night,
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| I always find him where his heart is, he’s fightin' the good fight,
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| He smells the scent of trouble and prepares to leave,
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| He’s got his eyes on the horizon, reachin' higher,
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| He’s got his eyes on the horizon, and his boots on his feet.
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| He’s watchin' 24 hours a day. |