| Lines | Missing Lines | Number of Words |
| Where it began, I can't begin to know when | |
| Oh, wasn't the spring | |
| Who'd have believed you come along | |
| Touching me, Touching You | |
| Good times never seem so good | |
| And now I, I look at the light | |
| We fill it up with only two | |
| Hurting runs off my shoulders | |
| One, touching one, reaching out | |
| Oh, sweet Caroline | |
| I've been inclined | |
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