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Where it began,
I can´t begin to know when
but I know it´s growing strong
oh, wasn´t the spring, whooo
and spring became the summer
who´´d believe you´d come along.
Hands touching, hands reaching out
touching me, touchon you.
oh, sweet Caroline
good time never seemed so good
I made him climb
to believe it never would.
And now, I look at the night, whooo
and it don´t seem so lonely
we fill it up with only two, oh,
and when I hurt
hurting runs off my shoulder
how can I hurt when holding you.
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
touching me, touching you
oh, sweet Caroline
good times never seem so good,
oh I made him climb
to believe it never would.
Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good... |
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