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 tube
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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
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Nettie
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Type O Negative |