Текст песни I've Grown Accustomed to His Face - Katharine McPhee
I've
grown
accustomed
to
his
face
He
almost
makes
the
day
begin
I've
grown
accustomed
To
the
tune
that
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
look
Accustomed
to
his
voice
Accustomed
to
his
face
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
look
Accustomed
to
his
voice
Accustomed
to
his
face
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