| There’s a blind man in the witness stand
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| With three young men’s lives in his hands
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| There’s a poor boy who stood at the scene
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| Who’ll be haunted by the dirty things he’s seen
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| It’s a shame all the jury knew the accused
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| Because now they’re running free when they left her cold and bruised
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| There’s a chalked white line stained with blood
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| Sorry Mr. Jones, we did all we could
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| There’s a whole lot of people out there and they’re all running free
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| Some will care and some will steal the last breath that you breathe
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| From you, from you
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| So Mr. Jones in a cruel twist of fate
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| Found the perpetrators in a drunken haze
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| Gave them retribution for their twisted ways
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| Now he’s going down for years instead of days
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| There’s a whole lot of people out there and they’re a wild and restless sea
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| Some will care and some will steal the last breath that you breathe from you
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| From you, from you |