
时间:2007-01-01
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I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face - Thomas Quasthoff (托马斯·夸斯托夫)
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
That she whistles night and noon
Her smiles her frowns
Her ups her downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out 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 her looks
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face
Her smiles her frowns
Her ups her downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out 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 her looks
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face
Her face