Where it began I can't begin to know when But then I know it's growing strong Wasn't the spring And spring became the summer Who would believe you'd come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out Touching me, touching you Oh, sweet Caroline Good times never seem so good I've been inclined To believe it never would
Oh, sweet Caroline Good times never seem so good I've been inclined To believe it never would oooh no no..
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