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I've grown accustomed to your face
You almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
You whistle night and noon
Your smiles, your frowns
Your ups, your downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent
And content before we met
Surely I could always be
That way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to your looks
Accustomed to your voice
Accustomed to your face
I've gotten used
To hear you say
Good morning every day
Your joys, your woes
Your highs, your lows
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent
And content before we met
Surely I could always be
That way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to your looks
Accustomed to your voice
Accustomed to your face