Dorothy Dandridge - I've Grown Accustomed To Your Face 1958 | Текст песни

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• Dorothy Dandridge
• I've Grown Accustomed To Your Face 1958

I've grown accustomed to your face.
You almost make my day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
You whistle night and noon.
Your smiles, your frowns,
Your ups, your 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 your look;
Accustomed to your voice;
Accustomed to your face.

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