James Taylor - I’ve Grown Accustomed To Her Face

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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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
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Her ups, her downs

[Verse 2]
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Are second nature to me now
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Like 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 look
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Accustomed to her voice
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Accustomed to her face

[Interlude]
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[Bridge]
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I guess I’m used to hear her say
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“Good morning” every day
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Her joys, her woes
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Her highs, her lows

[Verse 3]
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They’re second nature to me now
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Like breathing out, breathing in
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I’m very grateful she’s a woman
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And so easy to forget
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Rather like a habit one can always break, and yet

[Verse 4]
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I’ve grown accustomed to the trace
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Of something in the air
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Accustomed to her face

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