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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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CHORUS:
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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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(CHORUS)
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Your schemes
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Lie battered on the ground
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It's your turn
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Now I've turned it all around
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When I needed you
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You were nowhere to be found
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Where are you now
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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
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Whipping Boy
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Tom Cochrane |