Marty was a punk rocker
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he went to all the shows
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patches on Swiss Army pants
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and two rings in his nose
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he had an old Nash Rambler
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no insurance, not much gas
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and a dancing hula girl that bobbled on the dash
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feeling kind of stupid
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one day he broke down
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he drove his ugly car to the edge of town
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he sunk it in the quarry
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just because he could
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and 'cause the rear defroster never worked too good
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Marty where you going
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whatcha going to?
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what's the point in not conforming
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if it changes you?
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when this world runs out of answers
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would you even know?
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does the truth have any bearing on which way you go?
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he took the bus to Santa Cruz
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he hitchhiked to L.A.
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a preacherman had picked him up
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and drove him half the way
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he said "there's two kinds of people that i've met
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those who ask the questions
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and those who don't ask questions yet"
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then he turned, asking Marty
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which one that he thought he was
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Marty shrgged and shook his head
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forgetting what the question was
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you'd do almost anything someone told you not to do
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just because someone else told you it was cool
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remember long ago, someone said to get a life?
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did you ever think they might be right?
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Marty was a rebel, he never had a cause
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it may be stupid and cliche
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but that's because he was
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he spent his whole life straying from the norm
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he was neither hot or cold
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just boring and lukewarm
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it didn't seem to bother him
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he didn't seem to mind
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his cathartic life
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just buried somewhere in the timeline
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Marty
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