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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
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! N0 p5 \; s6 S" @% n1 R4 C& ~/ o+ oAnd now, the end is near;
9 |' n' L3 _7 y: B+ }/ ?4 oAnd so I face the final curtain.2 i  j& R6 b6 {' E" A/ P. G
My friend, I'll say it clear,
- E% A' J6 \0 O. GI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.# w( z8 P0 Z" b; w; m1 P4 z; O
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
+ i5 R, q* \% B4 Q: R- k, k# BBut more, much more than this,
7 H. e" d$ ], L, `" e' fI did it my way.
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0 x2 m( a4 x, h1 [3 X3 @2 kRegrets, I've had a few;
/ ]/ u4 Y" e0 J- `But then again, too few to mention.
: @* q6 `* P5 S1 xI did what I had to do' C! B! q7 V, N8 Y
And saw it through without exemption.3 b) ]0 `4 `" Y" {* q

! i, t2 k: l* ~3 R6 I# [I planned each charted course;/ ^4 N4 i9 ~0 b% m# Y
Each careful step along the byway,
. n5 U& V0 B) m1 pBut more, much more than this,
0 V& J( J$ J3 Z+ NI did it my way.6 f( ?2 z. l' a6 ~8 E( B4 m# t, B
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
( u6 i$ G- a! M3 p2 cWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
8 X( j3 P9 Q# u/ M# b1 aBut through it all, when there was doubt,' ^2 G* R' i! x
I ate it up and spit it out.0 a9 S% l$ u3 s% H5 v
I faced it all and I stood tall;- U3 t' C1 O' C  I1 g$ r4 F
And did it my way.
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4 ~  z! ^" T( Z3 c, I" q; e) G$ yI've loved, I've laughed and cried.4 C, g, D% N/ h9 [1 V
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
+ M! _! O9 S! \+ S9 ]And now, as tears subside,1 E1 s( k" L* G- p1 i
I find it all so amusing.4 }( X5 a% e, i( k$ P/ [
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To think I did all that;
1 f* F. {1 }+ {And may I say - not in a shy way,
$ O( a9 m* m' |: R! t'No, oh no not me,) |/ S1 z. ]& z5 f
I did it my way'.
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. b3 z2 S& w# I! uFor what is a man, what has he got?
4 ~- _# T8 m9 z3 U, }4 g$ ^If not himself, then he has naught.5 r: {& v6 w( X1 Y
To say the things he truly feels;
2 |* f( d/ x8 A& c; J8 l5 xAnd not the words of one who kneels.9 F5 X* _0 ]. N( [" o( s. s
The record shows I took the blows -* p& e" a$ ~) o- [, |' R# h
And did it my way!