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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )- q) J( ~+ t) Q' o& j
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault4 c) a$ B( V) {
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5 v) v {! J* F1 n B% JAnd now, the end is near;
; h m1 s& \2 p; U% AAnd so I face the final curtain.
7 M9 C9 \* @1 a2 V9 }2 cMy friend, I'll say it clear,
+ l5 u7 v" S1 Y% zI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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0 l( J2 s, U* eI've lived a life that's full.9 @ N+ Q: h. r5 l# q
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;5 |! b# j: M2 |1 P2 K
But more, much more than this,
: u+ O& w8 V4 i0 F0 w9 ~I did it my way.
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C& x3 [1 L% o( v$ V4 a- }Regrets, I've had a few;
0 P4 M9 ^0 C0 F) r2 T) a' M0 D- yBut then again, too few to mention.) J0 l" b+ F$ G4 ?0 J9 P
I did what I had to do- J- c1 _; E/ ]) O- [7 O" c
And saw it through without exemption.7 q; y. L$ P+ X/ X# H
5 P% q/ K# Q# d7 vI planned each charted course;
' L: I+ U! ] M) ^& `Each careful step along the byway,! [: p% Y2 {3 g9 K+ R5 X3 j
But more, much more than this,' x' e+ N7 M2 v; v; j8 l9 K
I did it my way.# W3 N' N7 L( a' I# E( F$ m! X
/ X: o& w3 k2 C2 aYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew' u; o! s8 h* o* A) G8 M' K$ N8 Q
When I bit off more than I could chew.
# B% }/ p6 f4 w1 @. C: W4 R7 C9 U8 wBut through it all, when there was doubt,
+ ^ K0 {% x. b: ~' s3 D8 _' iI ate it up and spit it out.
/ G( U4 ]& t7 M# gI faced it all and I stood tall;; n0 L( ^ e7 n1 S3 Q: M8 e1 F
And did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
3 e- {6 E1 }+ r" qI've had my fill; my share of losing.
9 [' `% |* P! b; K1 GAnd now, as tears subside,3 P6 K! |" W' {) e8 G: G8 _
I find it all so amusing.3 h# }: Q0 x1 N$ D
8 L) Q; W# ^0 z7 R0 U4 \To think I did all that;
" }+ B7 l% Q) x: o6 `8 Q* Z7 p- c/ yAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
! R2 Y7 P/ U: F% E'No, oh no not me,/ ]9 {' R, f9 M
I did it my way'.5 ]: u7 a% p' C
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For what is a man, what has he got?
5 L+ T* X0 ?5 S' Q1 F; z8 }If not himself, then he has naught.
$ j9 N$ G l3 d2 iTo say the things he truly feels;+ ~- C ]' ]! s2 M. U. J
And not the words of one who kneels.
% X, O+ \. y, m; {The record shows I took the blows -0 N: B) q% D' M7 A
And did it my way! |
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