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Lyrics: Dressed up to the nines With nowhere to be now I finally find who I wish to be now The solace of sleep Is coming on slow Where the wild things grow The branches they bend in twisted dimensions And break out a beat to my apprehension The solace of sleep is coming on slow My silence creates a sweet afterglow Where the wild things grow A luminous drop to make this solution So that your doubts have something to soothe them The solace of sleep is coming on slow Our silence creates a sweet afterglow Where the wild things grow The solace of sleep is coming on slow Our silence creates a sweet afterglow Where the wild things grow Where the wild things grow Where the wild things grow Where the wild things grow They’ll grow where you are They’ll grow where you are They’ll grow where you are They’ll grow They’ll grow where you are They’ll grow where you are They’ll grow where you are They’ll grow
