| There is always some excuse
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| For your air of sad abuse
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| But when the table’s turned
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| Holding it out, don’t you ever learn?
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| I won’t be a whipping boy
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| I won’t get down on my knees
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| I won’t be your whipping boy
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| You won’t hang that tag on me
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| I have read this book before
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| Tell it all to some tired stranger
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| I have no more cheeks to turn
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| I won’t trade it all for your taste for danger
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| Thought you’d take just what you please
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| Come back for more when you want it
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| The price is high, these dice are loaded
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| I’ll never pay for the same goods twice
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| I won’t be a whipping boy
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| I won’t get down on my knees
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| I won’t be your whipping boy
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| You won’t hang that tag on me
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| Your schemes lie battered on the ground
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| It’s your turn, now I’ve turned it all around
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| When I needed you, you were nowhere to be found
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| Where are you now? | 
| Where are you now?
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| There is always the same excuse
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| For this air of sad abuse
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| And now the table’s turned
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| It’s too late now to say you’ve learned
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| I, I won’t be your whipping boy
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| And I’m back up off my knees
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| I, I won’t be your whipping boy
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| It took so long to break free
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| I, I won’t be your whipping boy
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| And I’m back up off my knees
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| I, I won’t be your whipping boy
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| You won’t hang that tag on me
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| I, I won’t be your whipping boy
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| And I’m back up off my knees
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| I, I won’t be your whipping boy
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| You won’t hang that tag on me |