Déjà
vu all over again, I’ve done this all before
Yesterday,
tomorrow, today it's just once more
I
stand, I talk, I sit back down, while witnesses have their say
We
all sit in pursuit of justice, just like yesterday
But
really it’s not like before, no two days are the same
And every
case is different, it’s never the same game
The
facts, the truth, the evidence, every witness tells it new
Even
if it’s the same event, you’ll get a different view
Five
people on a corner, watch a Ute race through the red
And
smash into a Greyhound bus, he's lucky no-one’s dead
But
one witness saw the bus go first, the next described a truck
Stark differences in descriptions, is their observation just pot luck
What
is it that the jurors think, when they wrestle with the facts
Do
they make concessions, that your memory is not intact
Can
they make allowances, for the ravages of time
I
like doing what I’m doing and I’m glad that role’s not mine
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