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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra ); |  N/ {& N. `0 Q! n5 P5 O0 N
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;
0 j& Z$ F7 _" {7 n+ A/ k; n$ kAnd so I face the final curtain.
1 s  Q+ P" M3 O/ \% `" L( MMy friend, I'll say it clear,4 A6 l  s* u/ Z1 `! p) t0 m3 s
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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/ l9 {% ~" K8 O+ N/ B- aI've lived a life that's full.
! [( A7 U  m6 R: A/ z9 v& XI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
* ?- f/ U7 `# Y0 D6 @But more, much more than this,2 q4 K4 ]7 p$ P+ I% x% ~
I did it my way.4 V/ l% B& V. h' u& Q, t: }
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Regrets, I've had a few;
: U# ^1 G. Z  m+ EBut then again, too few to mention.9 v2 X8 D: e& A3 H
I did what I had to do
( Y; b1 k2 m' c/ b6 d: @And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;$ c2 \# ?9 ?; Z& K) m" q6 d6 u
Each careful step along the byway,
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I did it my way.5 _# ~% J5 u' i3 [5 p

6 Z5 l, X' L" @, G. P8 G6 s7 zYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
. G: `, W; j: X* Y, u, Q2 |: i( XWhen I bit off more than I could chew.0 o  |! o# ^$ S
But through it all, when there was doubt,
) p' f% Z! c! k' z/ yI ate it up and spit it out.
' a( e! h( H; [: X; uI faced it all and I stood tall;1 ?: I* `# e2 G
And did it my way.
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( z5 @9 |$ d+ i/ aI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
4 Z5 V7 H2 j3 h8 yI've had my fill; my share of losing.9 z5 C2 a* k& J
And now, as tears subside,
1 O1 z9 O9 C, O( ]% U) c4 _I find it all so amusing.- d8 s$ L7 m) O+ [+ T* c
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To think I did all that;
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'No, oh no not me,. O1 X" x- p; J& g* p/ n9 l9 M
I did it my way'.4 `4 a% l8 m# I7 P+ D

) K  r5 W( T" l5 gFor what is a man, what has he got?$ c, v3 k6 m# e. q
If not himself, then he has naught.# q9 g" c* X% W! ?0 N) A5 f
To say the things he truly feels;
# J' V0 s; L1 k: g' bAnd not the words of one who kneels.4 v7 i% w9 p8 k& n
The record shows I took the blows -. L: s! p; H6 c% k  Z! V
And did it my way!