I've grown accustomed to your face, you almost make the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune that 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 look
Accustomed to your voice
Accustomed to your face

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