| Where it began
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| I can’t begin to knowin'
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| But then again I know it’s strong
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| Was in the spring
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| Then 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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| Oh baby
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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…
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| …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 holdin' you?
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| Warm, touchin' warm
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| Reachin' out, touchin' you, touchin' me
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| Oh baby
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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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| No, now, I
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| Warm, touchin' warm
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| Reachin' out, touchin' you, touchin' me
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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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| 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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| No, now, I
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| No, now, I
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| No, now, I
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| No, now, I |