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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )# {. m: g& t' K2 g( [/ c
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;
# `8 ]5 }4 B" D ~* C+ AAnd so I face the final curtain.( J& }+ ]( R4 L! y+ I
My friend, I'll say it clear,* X& E- w8 S6 E' r0 B! b
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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0 o: Q3 \# f5 c; r+ X) T5 y/ ~I've lived a life that's full.; T# `7 Q$ x6 E4 X6 b+ t
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
: H1 B: T$ f0 m& @But more, much more than this,% X) G8 q+ u- \3 H* }& m
I did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;
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9 w! G2 v% t9 N; N* s0 s' _1 n6 j2 e2 nI did what I had to do9 T8 m/ J- g& P* _
And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;. P# @1 |! U) t1 Z
Each careful step along the byway,
$ H8 K, y# ` ~1 j6 LBut more, much more than this,
) _; p% p, h9 O% c$ WI did it my way.2 H% |" E9 {7 c* a9 c
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
( h ]- U! p' O$ bWhen I bit off more than I could chew.& j/ D, e* N$ N& A5 b, y8 J* C
But through it all, when there was doubt,
4 H- A& B7 i# F6 z6 K' aI ate it up and spit it out.
3 s6 K$ a4 [. I5 C/ _# kI faced it all and I stood tall;
9 z+ ^3 G6 z5 s+ F WAnd did it my way.- K8 u6 y* j y' @
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
) w, Q7 P/ D1 a$ |& x8 H _- |I've had my fill; my share of losing.0 e9 \, F# Z" E* Y+ I
And now, as tears subside,
1 \* W# s9 l: S1 V+ B. bI find it all so amusing.* a2 n( S, D; f
, Z, u, u1 \( P5 w: M& WTo think I did all that;
& r( L7 w4 X4 ?+ a# gAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
% ^, X) x1 i+ D% Q6 J$ x: U'No, oh no not me,& H* ?; a0 d! ?1 r6 u3 E+ T* J
I did it my way'.& W0 ^( @3 L, r4 D7 o
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For what is a man, what has he got?
4 l: _6 z# Z1 [& ^6 [; ?If not himself, then he has naught.& g' F4 @: E( j0 z( H, o: M( p
To say the things he truly feels;
& i- q+ p% c8 `: ]And not the words of one who kneels.
; U5 V q8 @1 u) Z3 wThe record shows I took the blows -" |# j f6 N; K% `
And did it my way! |
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