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Nathan Jones
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The Supremes
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You packed your bags as I recall
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And you walked slowly down the hall
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You said you had to get away to ease your mind
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And all you needed was a just little of time
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Oh winter's passed, spring and fall
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You never wrote me, you never called
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Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
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Gone too long...
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If a woman could die of tears
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Nathan Jones, well, I wouldn't be here
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The key that you're holding won't fit my door
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And there's no room in my heart for you no more
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'Cause, winter's passed, spring and fall
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you never wrote me, you never called
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Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
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Gone too long
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Nathan Jones, Nathan Jones...
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Nathan Jones, ooh..
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Winter's passed, spring and fall
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You never wrote me, you never called
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Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
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Gone too long
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Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
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...gone too long
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Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
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...gone too long
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Nathan jones you've been gonne too long
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... gone too long...
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Nathan Jones
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| Diana Ross & The Supremes |
