| I came from a household that did not want to have me there
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| Underneath the cupboard, I was forced to disappear
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| When I got to my school there was a gift awaiting me
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| My murdered father’s powers of invisibility
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| I wanted to be normal there‚ I wanted to blend in
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| A regular wizard with regular friends
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| But burdened by my baggage of wizard celebrity
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| What I really craved was just anonymity
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| I’m putting on the cloak again so I can disappear
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| Nobody can see but I’m ordinary
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| I’m putting on the cloak again‚ just putting it on
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| I’m putting on the cloak again‚ just putting it on
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| I’m putting on the cloak again (He's putting on the cloak again)
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| I’m putting on the cloak (He's putting it on)
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| I’m putting on the cloak again so I can disappear (He's putting on the cloak
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| again)
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| Nobody can see, just pretend that I’m not here
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| Through generations of the Peverell family
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| This hallowed gift was passed and now it’s up to me
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| To use it for its purpose, death is not the enemy
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| I wear it and embrace it‚ who will the master be?
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| I’m putting on the cloak again
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| But this time I am not hiding
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| I’m putting on the cloak again
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| I’m putting on the cloak again
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| Greeting death like an old friend
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| I’m putting on the cloak again
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| I’m putting on the cloak again
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| I’m putting on the cloak again
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| I’m putting on the cloak again
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| I’m putting on the cloak again
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| I’m putting on the cloak again
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| I’m putting on the cloak again |