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 summer
Who'd've believed 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
Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would
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