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Where it began, I can't begin to knowin' |
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But then I know it's growin' strong |
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Was in the spring and spring became a summer |
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Who'd have believed you'd come along |
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Hands, touchin' hands, reachin' out |
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Touchin' me, touchin' you |
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Sweet Caroline |
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Good times never seemed so good |
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I've been inclined to believe |
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They never would |
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But now I look at the night |
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And it don't seem so lonely |
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We fill it up with only two and when I hurt |
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Hurtin' runs off my shoulders |
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How can I hurt when holdin' you |
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Warm, touchin' warm, reachin' out |
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Touchin' me, touchin' you |
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Sweet Caroline |
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Good times never seemed so good |
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I've been inclined to believe |
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They never would, oh, Lord no |
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Sweet Caroline |
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Good times never seemed so good |
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Sweet Caroline |
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I believed they never could |
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Sweet Caroline |
