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Where it began |
| I begin to |
| but then I know it's growin' |
| Was in the |
| then spring became the |
| believed you'd come ? |
| Hands, touchin' hands |
| Reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' |
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| Sweet Caroline |
| Good times seemed so |
| I've inclined |
| to believe they never would. |
| But now I... |
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| at the night |
| and it don't so lonely |
| We it up two. |
| And when I |
| hurtin' runs off my |
| How I hurt you ? |
| Warm |
| out, touchin' me, touchin' you. |
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| Caroline |
| Good times so good. |
| I've inclined |
| to believe they would. |