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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra ), x, s5 j8 L) S4 _
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;
1 u. v0 J& j& U( o) c! |9 u) u! aAnd so I face the final curtain.7 j5 E5 P/ ]% B! N  S! m6 U
My friend, I'll say it clear,
6 J' j- ]2 {( @I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.
6 U$ i8 \) J* \I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;2 k( R& @5 u: r
But more, much more than this," V2 u9 v# {( B- s* C1 K! Q/ A% G
I did it my way.. h: L! d1 d' M

! S+ h; E" S+ z9 M$ g+ g, `6 \0 VRegrets, I've had a few;* F" `: d% S8 S) C& A5 l' H+ D
But then again, too few to mention.
1 H/ [+ V! }# q$ JI did what I had to do
8 Q* F- C* O8 k; ?0 [/ kAnd saw it through without exemption.
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- j( C8 S' e! lI planned each charted course;3 d$ Q. l  ]- m6 U
Each careful step along the byway,8 b9 }( A$ j2 R2 a: z9 r7 ]
But more, much more than this,
4 A9 a# v0 \' @5 ~* X% z4 lI did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew% E' Z2 d7 ^5 F! @5 V5 p
When I bit off more than I could chew./ X0 @' p& ?% P- z& R
But through it all, when there was doubt,4 O" U9 A$ `5 B* I
I ate it up and spit it out.; U7 q5 ?: @+ i9 O5 [  v% F; H0 J
I faced it all and I stood tall;( X# ]' g/ f' G% f  K
And did it my way.4 K" {( R3 p. ]/ T7 N
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
# b5 e/ A6 x% P6 {* A* l" |: iI've had my fill; my share of losing.
+ u( Y1 v9 v. v" q, w* u- y% [2 iAnd now, as tears subside,
: ]( |' ~/ c: h3 h) ^. P& x1 x, t. YI find it all so amusing.
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2 H  q! o/ }7 gTo think I did all that;- `8 D9 N# v! s& R1 ~3 W8 l) d
And may I say - not in a shy way,
5 P" B! u+ d4 u3 R$ ^" [1 X'No, oh no not me,7 p( J0 s* K4 I  X3 L2 v
I did it my way'.
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8 k# b" v! |9 T3 BFor what is a man, what has he got?
$ |6 k+ w) V. h7 u) PIf not himself, then he has naught.* D& R: n; F. J: j  D' ?
To say the things he truly feels;- M1 D6 K) X6 @4 T: Z
And not the words of one who kneels.6 D3 ~( }$ }! R: c
The record shows I took the blows -, r) v7 p5 L" B) J5 b# L
And did it my way!