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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )* M9 e) Y& a9 t! Y1 y* D" o
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault6 f8 M- g2 I" d8 B2 L+ r  J
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And now, the end is near;
( S, _7 E2 R* x0 A# U: WAnd so I face the final curtain.
/ O- A/ b" `( T+ r" t0 kMy friend, I'll say it clear,% ^; C% j( S- K1 w! L2 q
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.
/ B6 a' h# p; C9 |I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
- o/ b# O% n' ]' M1 m5 V* mBut more, much more than this,4 J; J# f! W! @- m4 }
I did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;: _) e3 C: g# d; A; [% @' d$ A
But then again, too few to mention.+ ^1 L% R0 ~  V! J$ `
I did what I had to do
/ b: E& V7 Q$ }. o- i* ~2 [  VAnd saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;
! l/ Z/ v6 }+ x9 f' ~Each careful step along the byway,
8 V0 n1 {+ ?+ w2 YBut more, much more than this,
" \! H* a# H( [3 RI did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
, T$ O3 P$ K) f# D4 N7 O, fWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
! B% j! g7 P1 E7 \But through it all, when there was doubt,
1 p% L3 L& z0 x3 p  WI ate it up and spit it out.7 u% K% I  j2 |9 \4 e* Q1 _
I faced it all and I stood tall;
' W) p3 h4 ~: x5 VAnd did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
3 z( g+ W0 g, G3 E4 gI've had my fill; my share of losing.$ A# q) L5 `  t8 A6 ]+ L
And now, as tears subside,
' Y! j: r) `- G4 r, X! F. \$ S, g8 {I find it all so amusing.& R( `7 k8 L2 y: Z  A  w3 U: \- F
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To think I did all that;
8 B8 a2 Z4 F& l  z8 B! R$ e8 yAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
/ _1 j, J, Z% o! d5 N& T'No, oh no not me,
- I+ u# H/ B( f. |I did it my way'.. X, k/ [  r# I; X' J
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For what is a man, what has he got?
. o, v# r) y( O5 fIf not himself, then he has naught.) O0 p3 }  Y; @. e
To say the things he truly feels;
, R2 ~: [% C3 @: j+ ~And not the words of one who kneels.0 s, n; S9 H2 U# _
The record shows I took the blows -
' X' p# [9 ?3 }8 F* L+ nAnd did it my way!