There is a place where time stands still Where evil flies but is never willed Where souls are searched one by one And voices ring out for the day has begun
You can hear them sing You can feel them sing You can be them sing
We are the brown-eyed pickle boys Searching for truth and freedom We are the brown-eyed pickle boys Roaming the world we see We'll roam around touch the ground Don't wipe it away Take what you need but not in a foolish way Take what you need but not in a selfish way
There is a pool A dent in the earth Where water stands From the clouds that burst They cool themselves from the aim of the sun Where voices scream out for the passion of fun
You can hear them sing You can feel them sing You can be them sing
It's all so clear, it's far from me now This vision of hope this vision of sound Where man is kind and cares for the earth Where voices cry out for the plea of self worth
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