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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

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