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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
% }8 o; D. B$ E8 EWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault. R% B9 B6 Z+ C, U  K& B

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And now, the end is near;
# c+ F0 c6 S/ H  eAnd so I face the final curtain.3 K* w+ i! o1 x4 }) F; y
My friend, I'll say it clear,
& E; N  B: H$ T8 O' M7 Y6 qI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.
4 C+ d7 c8 ]* {I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
( x6 p7 J3 i5 u7 k3 W  N* j2 ZBut more, much more than this,
' a: M( J# j" v* n) `( bI did it my way.
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; ~. _$ H- E' ?( WRegrets, I've had a few;
( _1 n0 M$ s/ p% IBut then again, too few to mention.
: O" Z% [+ {! c9 g1 j) yI did what I had to do1 H. G) j, J+ D3 J! ]& G3 K
And saw it through without exemption.  i( W. P" }$ \8 N

" o' r& @. b1 E1 b- H; ]# AI planned each charted course;8 B5 ?- V& S. \8 V7 y$ ~
Each careful step along the byway,
% g5 o6 t: h" J$ F7 Y: U' OBut more, much more than this,
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew$ Y- x6 C: w+ K
When I bit off more than I could chew.
& |# D0 [8 C: l8 s% r5 O7 g$ xBut through it all, when there was doubt,
- G& M' X3 \& O3 tI ate it up and spit it out., e( r2 b4 K/ ]! k8 R1 k' E
I faced it all and I stood tall;1 N3 W4 [: o3 M) ~# W
And did it my way.' F5 k. m" o" p  h- e
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.* ~5 J5 d& T# O$ t  Z7 l& c
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
6 y' y9 v$ O3 M2 K* H8 U7 ZAnd now, as tears subside,
( q4 e4 D9 w! c9 [% i4 QI find it all so amusing.+ [( ^% g7 _7 @- Z$ J9 U

. r  u; P) V" d+ _- E" z2 W+ t0 yTo think I did all that;
6 ~/ Y: @! T8 y- W; p% zAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
) m7 Q% l( W& n, e+ L* Q'No, oh no not me,
  z4 p& B$ {) N, z: @I did it my way'.
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. }& {; D1 C$ a. f9 DFor what is a man, what has he got?( d1 H- x0 |6 L) |0 Y
If not himself, then he has naught.  L, y9 r/ C- }# F
To say the things he truly feels;/ w: ^8 q4 _5 Z; E
And not the words of one who kneels.$ ?$ D3 t4 t  `/ G6 V. O- m
The record shows I took the blows -) X( F" A8 |& c1 I4 F
And did it my way!