Turn on all the Christmas lights, baby's coming home tonight
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I can hear her footsteps in the street
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Turn the choral music higher, pile more wood upon the fire
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That should make the atmosphere complete
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I've had to wait forever, but better late than never
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She's just in time for me, she's right on time
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She's right where she should be, she's right on time
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I'm a man with so much tension, far too many sins to mention
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She don't have to take it anymore
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But since she said she's coming home, I've torn out all my telephones
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Soon she will be walking through that door
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I may be going nowhere, but I don't mind if she's there
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She's just in time for me, she's right on time
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She's right where she should be, she's right on time
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Left to my own device, I can always make believe
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That there's nothing wrong, oh whoa whoa
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Still I will choose to live in the complicated world
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That we shared for so long, good or bad, right or wrong
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And it occurred to me while I set up my Christmas tree
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She never missed a cue or lost a beat
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Every time I lost the meter, there she was when I would need her
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Greeting me with footsteps in the street
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I guess I should have known it, she'd find the perfect moment
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She's just in time for me, she's right on time
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She's right where she should be, she's right on time
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Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh-oh-whoa-whoa……
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Turn the choral music higher, pile more wood upon the fire
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That will make the atmosphere complete
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I've had to wait forever, but better late than never
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She's just in time for me, she's right on time
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She's right where she should be, she's right on time
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She's right on time
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She's right on time
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(Thank you.)
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She's Right On Time (12 Gardens Live)
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| Billy Joel |
