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Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While rubin sits like buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That?s the story of the hurricane,
But it won?t be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he?s done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
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