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Where it began, |
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I can't begin to knowin' |
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But then I know it's growing strong |
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Was in the spring |
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And spring became the summer |
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Who'd have believed you'd come along. |
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Hands, touchin' hands |
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Reachin' out, 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 |
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To believe 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. |
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And when I hurt, |
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Hurtin' runs off my shoulders |
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How can I hurt when I'm with you |
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Warm, touchin' warm |
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Reachin' out, 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, |
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To believe they never would |
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Oh, no, 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 believe they never could |
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Sweet Caroline... |
