Текст песни I've Grown Accustomed To His Face - Cassandra Wilson

I′ve grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed
To the tune he whistles night and noon

His smiles, his frowns
His ups, his 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 his looks
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face

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I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've gotten used to hear him say
"Good morning," every day

His joys, his woes
His highs, his lows
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in

I′m very grateful he′s a man and so easy to forget
It's kinda like a habit you can always break
And yet, I′ve grown accustomed
To the trace of something in the air

Accustomed to his face