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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
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( W, D: A+ m* ~7 M- ZAnd now, the end is near;5 D6 n* o0 _% \2 I9 ?7 a+ x6 v1 I/ i
And so I face the final curtain.
) s6 V& O9 l; m" n! O* ?' b5 ZMy friend, I'll say it clear,
9 c. x3 {+ b. l+ ~2 H2 ^I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.0 ?8 }- {* V0 c! c
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I've lived a life that's full.1 T5 F7 y: h3 {
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
! x7 c# e% i9 I" TBut more, much more than this,
2 R0 C# W9 g+ e. u/ ^I did it my way.# v9 c. t5 w$ y: y! |) g4 K& C

- s, j9 w$ E3 p" ~$ rRegrets, I've had a few;; R- n/ Z/ D  P/ E- c- o7 g$ M
But then again, too few to mention.) F; W9 C8 ~: B" I( s; Q
I did what I had to do
0 T; o. D: u+ P1 O; v# jAnd saw it through without exemption.$ i+ ~5 c3 p$ h

; t9 ~2 O( [4 RI planned each charted course;
! h' z' h/ R, U# z5 ^  m3 W& `Each careful step along the byway,
2 I1 b0 l( h8 i" ?3 `. FBut more, much more than this,+ I& F; U. Z1 x6 ^9 j( A' x' E
I did it my way.: I% m4 P7 Y1 t2 L
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
  \; i: D! ?6 R6 k* F4 BWhen I bit off more than I could chew.& L$ I# y% d# W  ^# c
But through it all, when there was doubt," k: r; C- ?) m7 f
I ate it up and spit it out.$ s6 Z- p$ |8 Q/ M. d" r
I faced it all and I stood tall;- L' |# q2 w/ X. ~) w7 [
And did it my way.
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$ P5 G6 y3 e% w& Z# ~I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
. ]' G' ~3 `6 i( z; Z( C$ yI've had my fill; my share of losing.7 O+ U3 \/ [7 E6 I  V5 O  n
And now, as tears subside,$ q- O; I( i* l4 J
I find it all so amusing.
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0 C5 e# k1 G+ |: x: {To think I did all that;
- C1 z* V+ n8 u; H# {+ CAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
1 w8 d. R' e& _0 L. b1 p# o'No, oh no not me,
8 [- W. n0 ]$ w* J# A9 x8 ?I did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?" [8 ]/ {5 X6 U, ]9 Z0 d' x# `$ k
If not himself, then he has naught.
* c; A7 p1 V, z4 R, hTo say the things he truly feels;
! ?4 S" v& F  B( H& LAnd not the words of one who kneels.
% B% O6 O% a- M( V3 ^" e7 VThe record shows I took the blows -
& i7 N1 M9 s& b7 iAnd did it my way!