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I've grown accustomed to her face
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She almost makes the day begin
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I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon
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Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs
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Are second nature to me now
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Like breathing out and breathing in
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I was serenely independent and content before we met
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Surely I could always be that way again and yet
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I've grown accustomed to her looks, accustomed to her voice
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Accustomed to her face
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I'm very grateful she's a woman and so easy to forget
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Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
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I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
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Accustomed to her face
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Ive Grown Accustomed To Her Face
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| Andy Williams |
