| 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 holding you
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| One, touchin' one
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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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| One, two, sing with 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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| Sweet Caroline |