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Grown accustomed to her looks |
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Oh I, I've grown, grown accustomed to her voice |
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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 |
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She whistles night and noon |
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Her smiles, her frowns, her ups and her downs |
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Are second nature to me now |
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(Second nature) |
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Like breathing out and breathing in |
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(Breathing out and 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 |
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Accustomed to her voice, accustomed to her face |
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Grown accustomed to her looks |
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Grown accustomed to her voice |
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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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(Day begin) |
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I've gotten used to hear her say |
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"Good morning", every day |
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Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows |
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Are second nature to me now |
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(Second nature) |
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Like breathing out and breathing in |
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(Breathing out and in) |
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I'm so 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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Grown accustomed to her looks |
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Grown accustomed to her trace |
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I've grown accustomed to her voice |
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Grown accustomed to her face |
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She's second nature to me now |
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Like breathing out and breathing in |
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(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 |
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Accustomed to her voice, I've accustomed to her face |
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Her looks |
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(I can't believe) |
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Her trace |
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(How much I love her) |
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Her voice |
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Her face |
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(I'm addicted to you, baby) |
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Her looks |
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Her trace |
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(Because your love that drives me crazy) |
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Her voice |
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Her face |
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Grown accustomed to her voice |
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(You know I finally realize) |
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Grown accustomed to her face |
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(I got to hold it by my side) |
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Grown accustomed to her looks |
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(I wanna be, be your ornament) |
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Grown accustomed to her trace |
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('Cause I love you, baby, please take my hand) |
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Grown accustomed to her voice |
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(I'll be good to you each and everyday) |
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Grown accustomed to her face |
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(I've grown accustomed) |
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Grown accustomed to her looks |
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Grown accustomed to her trace |
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(Can't live if the livin' is without you) |
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Grown accustomed to her voice |
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Grown accustomed to her face |
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(Can't give, can't live anymore) |
