| Where it began
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| I can’t begin to knowing
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| But then I know
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| It’s growing strong
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| Yes, it is Was in the spring
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| And spring became a summer
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| Who’d have believed
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| You’d come along
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| And, oh, hands, I like this
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| Touching hands, oh Reaching out, oh, touching me Touching you and all
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| I can say about it is Sweet Caroline
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| The good times never
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| Seemed so good
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| I’m a true believer that
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| I’d be inclined to believe
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| That they never
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| Never, never would
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| They never would
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| They never would
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| Look at the night
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| And it don’t seem so lonely
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| We filled it up with only two
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| That’s me and you, baby
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| And when I hurt
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| Hurting runs off my shoulder
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| How can I hurt
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| When I’m holding you
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| Back to my part again
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| Oh, oh, one
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| Touching one
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| Reaching out, ooh
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| Touching you, oh Touching me and I got
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| To say it one more time
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| Sweet Caroline
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| The good times, the good times
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| They never felt so good
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| Oh, oh, oh, sweet Caroline
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| The good times
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| They never, never seemed so good
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| So good, so good, so good to me
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| I’ve got to tell somebody
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| I’m gonna tell somebody
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| I’m gonna say it, can I say it Can I say it, say it, say it Sweet Caroline, the good times
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| They never, never felt so good
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| Whoa, oh, oh, sweet Caroline
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| The good times
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| They never, never felt so good |