This was released as a Single.
Left a note in folded paper on the fireplace
Trying to reason with the author of my blues
And while I was away I shut down every emotion at my disposal
Blew my nose to spite the cold and brushed off those who,
Tried their level best to lift my mood
Run away, get away, don’t burn your fingers on me
Get away, run away, don’t burn your fingers on me
You just don’t learn
If you ask me, why oh why
Did you have to go when things were just getting good?
And started doing all the things we always said we would
Somewhere right between the don’ts and the do’s
Why did it take so long to work out what it takes to make your brown eyes blue?
And how to make you laugh when you don’t want to?
I know that I could still unblow your fuse.
Run away, get away, don’t burn your fingers on me
Get away, run away, don’t burn your fingers on me
Get away, run away, don’t burn your fingers on me
And oh, we’ve got so far to go
I believe in the future my sisters child will wear a smile on his face
And that the pictures of our family on the fireplace
Will complement the ornaments we choose.
Take a train with empty pockets,
Fill an empty stomach waiting on a platform
Gets you thinking bout whats waiting for you at home
Makes you sorry for the sorrow you produced
Run away, get away, don’t burn your fingers on me
Get away, run away, don’t burn your fingers on me
Get away, step away, don’t burn your fingers on me
Get away, run away, run away, run away,
Get away, get away, don’t burn your fingers on me
Get away, get away, don’t burn your little finger
Get away, get away, get away, get away.
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