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Text: Grant Lee Buffalo. Fuzzy.

Bring me home to this house of many days
Just lay me on the floor, hard and cool as slate
You know I love it more and more, than before I ran away
It triggers off so many hurts, hurtful words and broken plates

I lied to
Now I'm fuzzy
I've been lied to

All and all the world is small enough for both of us
To meet upon the interstate waiting on a train
And just when those big arms lift up
Fall in love with no time to say it

I lied to
Now I'm fuzzy
I've lied to
Now I'm fuzzy
Fuzzy now

Here we are in our car driving down the street
We're looking for a place to stop have a bite to eat
We hunger for a bit of faith to replace the fear
We water like a dead bouquet does no good does it dear

I lied to
Now I'm fuzzy
We've been lied to
Now I'm fuzzy
Fuzzy now
Lied to
Oh oh oh