Letras de Phil Ochs
Letra de Lou Marsh
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On the streets of New York city when the hour was getting late
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Young men armed with knives and guns, young men armed with hate
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And Lou Marsh stepped between them and died there in his tracks
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For one man is no army when the city turns its back
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