Saturday, January 2, 2010


Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Oh, was in the spring,
And then spring became the summer
Who'd 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
But now I Look at the night
And it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two
And when I hurt
Hurtin runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when I'm with you
Warm, touchin warm
Reachin out, touchin me
Touchin you
Sweet caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never would

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