And now I look at the night, and it don’t seem so lonely. We fill it up with only two. And when I hurt, hurting runs off my shoulder. How can I hurt when holding you?
— Sweet Caroline, Neil Diamond
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myselfexcluded reblogged this from bassguy and added:
(hard to believe he was screeches dad)
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