Lemon Demon - Run harry run

^AmHarry Potter spent his summers ^Gwaiting for the ^Cfall; He’^Fd count the days, and dream each night o^Gf Hogwarts’ dist^Amant call. The Dursley’s, Harry’s relatives, w^Gere wretched as ^Ccan be-a; He ^Fprayed each night to Satan that they’^Gd die from gonh^Correa. But ^Fone day he re^Ccieved a note that ^GHogwarts had burned ^Amdown: “O^Fh no!” he cried, ^Cand quickly donne^Gd a disappoin^Amted frown. He ^Ftrashed his room and ^Ctore his books, and ^Gthen went for his ^Amtrunk, But ^FDumbledore popped ^Cout and bellowed, ?^G??Harry! You’ve bee^E7n Punk’d!”

^AmRun, Harry, ^Grun, Harry, ^Dmrun!^{F Am}You killed your head^Gmaster, now your ^Fproblem’s just ^Cbegun! ^AmRun, Harry, ^Grun, Harry, ^Dm7run, Harry, ^Crun! ^AmWho can fend off ^GVoldemort ^Fnow? No ^Cone.