Hands touching hands reaching out
Touching me touching you
Oh sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I made him climb to believe it never would
And now I I look at the night whooo
And it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh I made him climb to believe it never would
Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good
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