Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good.
I've been inclined
to believe they never would.
But now I -
Look at the night
and it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two.
And when I hurt
hurtin' runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when holdin' you ?
Warm touchin' warm
reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' you.
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good.
I've been inclined
to believe they never would.
Oh
no
no.
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