| There’s a goblin on my head that nobody can see
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| Underneath my cloak of invisibility
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| We’re going to the bank but we’re not getting paid
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| We’re gonna rob the vault of Bellatrix Lestrange
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| Oh, what are you thinking up there?
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| Under the cloak we share
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| A thousand years since Gryffindor, finally return the sword
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| To a noble race of creatures men deprived of wandlore
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| A Reparo twixt our people would this settle your score
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| When I really need that sword so we can win this war
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| I really need that sword (sword)
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| The power seeker split his soul and locked it in the bank
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| I touch the cup, levitate and burn over its multiplying prank
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| We are brave and afraid, we are Horcrux takers
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| Sacrifice Godric’s sword, returned to Goblin makers
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| We’re breaking in
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| We’re going down
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| We’re busting out
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| We’re breaking in
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| We’re going down
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| We’re busting out
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| Breaking the chains of the blind guardian we fight
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| Blasting goblins and tunnels, they’re crumbling under her might
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| Climbing up on her back, we launch into the sky
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| Busting out, we’re riding a dragon tonight
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| Riding a dragon, alright
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| Riding a dragon tonight
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| I hope she don’t bite
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| Riding a dragon tonight
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| Riding a dragon, alright
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| I hope she don’t bite |