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Turn on all the Christmas lights |
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'Cause 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 |
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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 |
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But better late than never |
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She's just in time for me |
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She's right on time |
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She's right where she should be |
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She's right on time |
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I'm a man with so much tension |
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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 |
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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 |
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But I don't mind if she's there |
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She's just in time for me |
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She's right on time |
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She's right where she should be |
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She's right on time |
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Left to my own device |
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I can always make believe |
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That there's nothing wrong, oh |
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Still I will chose to live |
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In the complicated world |
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That we shared for so long |
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Good or bad, right or wrong |
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And it occured to me |
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While I set up my Christmas tree |
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She never missed a cue or lost a beat |
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Everytime I lost the meter |
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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 |
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She'd find the perfect moment |
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She's just in time for me |
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She's right on time |
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She's right where she should be |
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She's right on time |
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Turn the choral music higher |
|
Pile more wood upon the fire |
|
That will make the atmosphere complete |
|
I've had to wait forever |
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But better late than never |
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She's just in time for me |
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She's right on time |
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She's right where she should be |
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She's right on time |
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She's right on time |
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She's right on time |
