| Where it began, I can’t begin to knowing
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| But then I know it’s growing strong
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| Was in the spring, then spring became the summer
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| Who’d have believed you’d come along.
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| Hands, touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you
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| Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good
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| I’d be inclined to believe they never would, so good, so good
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| Look at the night and it don’t seem so lonely
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| We filled it up with only two, and when I hurt
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| Hurting runs off my shoulder
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| How can I hurt when I’m holding you
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| One, touching one, reaching out, touching me, touching you
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| Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good
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| I’d be inclined to believe they never would, so good, so good
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| Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good
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| I’d be inclined to believe they never would
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| My sweet, are you sweet Caroline |