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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
4 e1 q/ V- z+ \Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault7 C4 E9 \" N! X7 v/ t3 }

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And now, the end is near;
) G' E. k+ i- y5 rAnd so I face the final curtain.
- ^( ]+ d  t1 _5 g* p" OMy friend, I'll say it clear,
1 Q) F  q7 V# TI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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; Q9 D9 O$ o* ~! |6 H- W2 S. R2 ZI've lived a life that's full.
1 w) D( t  R! Y, |' t+ tI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;) R# A3 p. N; V9 B
But more, much more than this,
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Regrets, I've had a few;4 d; z- ?% Z  f1 ]
But then again, too few to mention.2 ^  @1 f) S2 {
I did what I had to do/ J% M! ?1 L% S# y
And saw it through without exemption.& w# E1 C8 Y! M( q: U# j6 I4 [
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I planned each charted course;7 L* P; K* Y" ?
Each careful step along the byway,& ~( M% t. d; Z: d1 K* d" i. R
But more, much more than this,% |7 S- ?5 R6 I4 ]
I did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew- p* R: V2 W8 A! q7 k6 y9 [1 j6 i
When I bit off more than I could chew.
' w, t4 a! b& l+ ]2 f  B! wBut through it all, when there was doubt,4 r6 g" O6 a  X* b
I ate it up and spit it out.0 K6 @, k2 _' W
I faced it all and I stood tall;, E# T- @: E& r( ~* r
And did it my way.
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4 k8 ^+ l0 ]8 b% s( O; v& ^6 `I've loved, I've laughed and cried.- X/ ?) q$ x$ ~3 w0 j
I've had my fill; my share of losing.! W1 l' y4 s) D* J' E
And now, as tears subside,2 N+ ^/ E7 Q6 @$ i2 y+ F9 r
I find it all so amusing.
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, i; V9 }; M; m3 `: WTo think I did all that;
- U! C5 r9 q8 Z1 |  e+ d# M# ~% EAnd may I say - not in a shy way,: @! [5 c( L" _) ^$ |: W
'No, oh no not me,0 E! U* r7 K3 G) ?
I did it my way'.
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9 m& @9 E% u0 @+ X& }For what is a man, what has he got?
4 q. I6 X2 K, y/ k6 zIf not himself, then he has naught.0 \0 t' f; _& J! X. R) r
To say the things he truly feels;
8 `& o. q5 |9 e6 @  LAnd not the words of one who kneels.  a; L. D8 ^" x0 U5 D5 a
The record shows I took the blows -
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