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I've grown accustomed to his faceHe almost makes the day beginI've grown accustomed to the tuneHe whistles night and noonHis smiles, his frowns, his ups, his downsAre second nature to me nowLike breathing out and breathing inI was serenely independent and content before we metSurely, I could always be that way again and yetI've grown accustomed to his looks, accustomed to his voiceAccustomed to his faceI've grown accustomed to his faceHe almost makes the day beginI've gotten used to hear him sayGood morning everydayHis joys, his woes, his highs, his lowsAre second nature to me nowLike breathing out, breathing inI'm very glad he's a man and so easy to forgetRather like a habit one can always break and yetI've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the airAccustomed to his face From Letras Mania