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Diana Krall - I've Grown Accustomed To His Face |
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I've grown accustomed to his face |
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he almost makes the day begin |
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I've grown accustomed to the tune |
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that he whistles night and noon |
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his smiles, his frowns |
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his ups, his 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 |
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and content before we met |
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surely I could always be that way again |
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and yet, I've grown accustomed to his look |
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accustomed to his voice |
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accustomed to his face |
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I've grown accustomed to his face |
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he almost makes the day begin |
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"good morning," every day |
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his joys, his woes |
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his highs, his lows |
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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'm very grateful he's a man and so easy to forget |
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rather like a habit one can always break |
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and yet, I've grown accustomed |
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to the trace of something in the air |
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accustomed to his face... |