| Nettie, no need to cry
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| Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes
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| In the dark bathed in Cathode ray blue
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| Miss Red Hook of 1922
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| Weeping silently for the pain of others
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| Every night a tearful rosary
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| A victim of the curse of empathy
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| Her reward for compassion is to suffer
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| Nettie, no need to cry
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| Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes
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| My shortcomings I know caused her grief
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| Still she loves me. |
| This i can’t believe!
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| Responding not with anger but a prayer
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| Heaven’s just Southwest of Cobble Hill
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| True, I am the son of an Angel
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| Maternally, not one woman compares
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| Nettie, no need to cry
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| Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes
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| If you fall, I will catch you
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| When you’re lost, I’ll be there soon
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| Far away, but of course near
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| When you’re sad, I’m always here
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| Thank you for saving me from my self
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| Your compassion became its own hell
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| Unequally beautiful inside and out
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| Without a doubt
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| Nettie, no need to cry
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| Let Me wipe those teardrops from your eyes |