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Where it began |
| I can't begin to knowin' |
| but then I know it's |
| Was in the spring |
| then became the summer. |
| Who'd believed you'd come along ? |
| Hands, |
| touchin' me, touchin' you. |
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| Caroline |
| Good times never seemed so |
| |
| to believe they never would. |
| But now I... |
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| at the night |
| and it so lonely |
| We it up with only two. |
| And when I hurt |
| runs my shoulders |
| How I holdin' you ? |
| touchin' |
| me, touchin' you. |
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| Sweet Caroline |
| times never seemed so good. |
| I've inclined |
| to believe they would. |