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Sisters in threes, pilgrims from overseasborrowed belief, garlands and bilva leavesOn hands and knees, crawl to a saintly sceneCrazy to me, I don't see what they see.Gasoline dreams, raging against machinespeaceful release, marigolds mark the streeteyes for the blind, no question in his mindknots intertwined, can't quite believe it butI wanna feel devotionScrolls from the sea, Gods tied to cosmic treesArrows and spears, preachers and pioneersCubits of stone make walls for a - wailing onStories of home bring people comfort soI wanna feel devotion Aus Songtexte Mania