Run Harry Run

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Harry Potter spent his summers 
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waiting for the fall;
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He’d count the days, and dream each
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 night of Hogwarts’ distant call.
The Dursley’s, Harry’s relatives, 
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were wretched as can be-a;
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He prayed each night to Satan that 
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they’d die from gonhorrea.
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But one day he recieved a note 
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that Hogwarts had burned down:
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“Oh no!” he cried, and quickly 
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donned a disappointed frown.
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He trashed his room and tore his 
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books, and then went for his trunk,
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But Dumbledore popped out and 
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bellowed, “Harry! You’ve been 
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Punk’d!”

CHORUS:
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Run, Harry, run, Harry, run!
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You killed your headmaster, now 
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your problem’s just begun!
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Run, Harry, run, Harry, run, 
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Harry, run!
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Who can fend off Voldemort now?
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No one.