Tom: F
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I've grown ac - customed to her face, she almost makes my day begin,
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I've grown accustomed to the tune, she whistles night and noon,
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Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs
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Are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in,
F Dm7 C B7 C Em7 A
I was serenely in - dependent and content before we met,
Dm7 F G7 Bm7 E7 F Fm
Surely I could always be that way again and yet
F D7 Fm
I've grown accustomed to her looks,
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Accustomed to her voice, accus ? tomed to her face.
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She?s second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in,
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I'm very 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,
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Or something in the air, accus ? tomed, to her face.