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I've grown accustomed to her faceShe almost makes the day beginI've grown accustomed to the tuneShe whistles night and noonHer smiles, her frownsHer ups, her 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 her lookAccustomed to her voice, accustomed to her faceI'm very grateful she's a woman 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 her face Aus Songtexte Mania