"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
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world."
.... lyrics from 'Hurricane' by Bob Dylan
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