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:12:00
Now all the criminals
in their coats and their ties

:12:04
Are free to drink martinis
and watch thesun rise

:12:07
While Rubin sits like Buddha
in a ten-foot cell

:12:10
An innocent man in a living hell
:12:14
Yes, that's the story
of The Hurricane

:12:17
But it won't be over
till they clear his name

:12:21
And give him back
the time he's done

:12:24
Put in a prison cell
but one time

:12:27
He could've been
the champion of the world

:12:38
Hey, man, it's cold out here.
:12:40
What are you talkin' about?
It's like summer for us.

:12:42
Yeah, well, I like the summers
in Brooklyn better.

:12:45
Is all these people out here
freezing their butts off to buy books?

:12:48
- That's right.
- Lined up like this...

:12:50
not for a movie
or a ball game or somethin'?

:12:53
- Ain't it great?
- No, "isn't it." "Isn't it great?"

:12:56
Very good.
I stand corrected, Les.

:12:58
Used books,
books nobody wants any more.

:13:01
Aw, that's the great thing
about books, you know.

:13:03
Once you use 'em, you can pass 'em
along to somebody else like a torch...

:13:06
or a football,
you know, something you pass.

:13:09
Okay, bring it on in.
:13:11
Put it down.
Good, good. Down.


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