Looks across the fields
That lie across the playground
Dreams of life beyond the gates
And far from this town
Trapped inside a room
With boring little children
Leon dreams of life
Outside his hollow building
He is stuck inside his head, and in a whirl
He feels like running out, and owning all the world
Bleach, and corridors
And cold, and drafty windows
Smells that drift along
From dinner hall up his nose
Under lock, and key
His dreams, his aspirations
One day, one man, one way
One bag, and one station
He is stuck inside his head, and in a whirl
He feels like running out, and owning all the world
That lie across the playground
Dreams of life beyond the gates
And far from this town
Trapped inside a room
With boring little children
Leon dreams of life
Outside his hollow building
He is stuck inside his head, and in a whirl
He feels like running out, and owning all the world
Bleach, and corridors
And cold, and drafty windows
Smells that drift along
From dinner hall up his nose
Under lock, and key
His dreams, his aspirations
One day, one man, one way
One bag, and one station
He is stuck inside his head, and in a whirl
He feels like running out, and owning all the world
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