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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )5 d8 K- O, Y( {. Q
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault- k) S6 \* h2 A% a: G8 v7 J
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And now, the end is near;! Q, \1 H# f' T" s# ^( R; c1 S# }
And so I face the final curtain.9 `; `# i$ D- B, L! }8 s$ U3 p
My friend, I'll say it clear,
; _" E" r$ p/ K, w: [+ W% i% ZI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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6 }% W8 `; Y$ l9 ~9 ?$ Z; aI've lived a life that's full.) j! |- q+ j/ ^; B/ g7 G) @
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;! _- g; I8 F( V9 ?( j' Z5 L# j  O
But more, much more than this,
; x3 F% ^! s' r9 F' d; z5 p- Q/ x7 HI did it my way.6 E  }' Q' @: z1 W6 u" ?9 X0 h$ @

5 h' t! n5 }5 w- t. u, iRegrets, I've had a few;3 H" s! F- Z8 F# W6 ]0 \
But then again, too few to mention.
- u3 U! g6 j0 ]4 P1 fI did what I had to do
  {& k, F3 ~% g# k" L8 V8 q. w2 qAnd saw it through without exemption.# d; s6 \- ?6 H. b

  R$ d& K% y! w5 W" {1 _I planned each charted course;
7 H( G6 b& Q1 {# oEach careful step along the byway,+ x% L% T: j. I% k1 b
But more, much more than this,
% m, e" F2 t. {  ]- g2 P+ ~I did it my way.
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  f' l# O2 F- i0 W) X+ l: CYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
& q  W, _6 E( i- K9 V7 _When I bit off more than I could chew.
- B% Q2 D9 ^$ U' l4 r% W" p' E/ KBut through it all, when there was doubt,
  a  O) j6 J7 f  `5 \; RI ate it up and spit it out.
7 _, ?0 r" j+ l1 VI faced it all and I stood tall;
- L( ^5 S- J0 e) g2 ?; S; eAnd did it my way., ]' y" Z0 q1 [" h; |

) x% z8 C& j) u8 X& HI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
8 b$ N" `# R% NI've had my fill; my share of losing.
5 }. d9 u9 s3 `" b2 ]And now, as tears subside,
6 {8 o& u, ?$ |. tI find it all so amusing.0 P: x7 ~/ t& B. d' j2 k

! j1 B( x. b. @7 }" NTo think I did all that;
* }4 k6 ?1 q" g# OAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
- x  s+ V7 |  `( M'No, oh no not me,, D( B& a7 h% [2 v8 k6 _4 I
I did it my way'.$ `2 n& r. r( K5 D9 Q
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For what is a man, what has he got?/ o- C5 W/ L$ B4 ^8 K/ E
If not himself, then he has naught.
( {2 Q6 L8 u  r/ H# STo say the things he truly feels;1 |3 p1 g! o: r3 M$ s3 I
And not the words of one who kneels.
4 B6 k4 l; B3 G6 K' `2 hThe record shows I took the blows -
, T. z% V2 G9 K& q, S5 ]And did it my way!