Gryffindor bound
Never thought he was so courageous
Butt of a joke
Always laughed at but so peculiar
Years come and go
You got a rep that you never wanted
Slip and you fall, you get up
A couple mishaps ain't no thing
Stumble around
Innocence in its form the purest
'Nother mistake
But each time, bring it back around
Shots come and go
You got a job, but you mess it up, huh
Sure ain't no Harry for now
But give it time and one day you'll see
Desperate times
Closing in on the final hour
Start at a low
End at a high, so high that it's blinding
Sword in his hand
He put an end on the count of seven
Pour him a drink, he deserves it
Next round, it can be on me
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Gryffindor bound
Never thought he was so courageous
Butt of a joke
Always laughed at but so peculiar
Years come and go
You got a rep that you never wanted
Slip and you fall, you get up
A couple mishaps ain't no thing
Stumble around
Innocence in its form the purest
'Nother mistake
But each time, bring it back around
Shots come and go
You got a job, but you mess it up, huh
Sure ain't no Harry for now
But give it time and one day you'll see
Desperate times
Closing in on the final hour
Start at a low
End at a high, so high that it's blinding
Sword in his hand
He put an end on the count of seven
Pour him a drink, he deserves it
Next round, it can be on me
Never thought he was so courageous
Butt of a joke
Always laughed at but so peculiar
Years come and go
You got a rep that you never wanted
Slip and you fall, you get up
A couple mishaps ain't no thing
Stumble around
Innocence in its form the purest
'Nother mistake
But each time, bring it back around
Shots come and go
You got a job, but you mess it up, huh
Sure ain't no Harry for now
But give it time and one day you'll see
Desperate times
Closing in on the final hour
Start at a low
End at a high, so high that it's blinding
Sword in his hand
He put an end on the count of seven
Pour him a drink, he deserves it
Next round, it can be on me
Writer: Yene Irvine
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