| Where it began, i can’t begin to know when
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| But then i know it’s growing strong
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| wasn’t the spring
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| And spring became the summer
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| Who’d believe you’d come along
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| Hands, touching hands, reaching out
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| Touching me, touching you
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| sweet caroline
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| Good times never seem so good
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| I made him climb to believe it never would
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| but now I, 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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| Hurting runs off my shoulders
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| How can i hurt when holding you
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| one, touching one, reaching out
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| Touching me, touching you
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| sweet caroline
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| Good times never seem so good
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| i made him climb to believe it never would no no no no.
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| sweet caroline, good times never seem so good
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| sweet caroline, I believe they never could
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| sweet caroline, good times never seem so good |