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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )0 n. f0 h+ G8 p
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;$ Z& M2 y9 q& L  O, d; S
And so I face the final curtain.1 x0 m+ ?1 K$ d. u
My friend, I'll say it clear,1 A6 M9 P# ~: S" w- Y  y$ m
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.3 m7 C5 f' P6 X4 o
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I've lived a life that's full.3 A* d1 Y5 y: f  C3 a+ ]+ Z$ p
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;1 m8 }+ A6 d, e! n% p  m
But more, much more than this,
, x  Z  l) _2 ^% r6 xI did it my way.$ ~8 O# Q! F! k0 F2 C' F- k

% g" `' o' h; K0 TRegrets, I've had a few;
1 o! J. {! N; b" |& RBut then again, too few to mention.
3 M! ^! E9 P, R8 M/ W4 n* ^, qI did what I had to do, U4 a' Z* ^* P5 v* R2 |
And saw it through without exemption./ P) O: b# _1 C( X; g7 u  Z
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I planned each charted course;! G% V& A( U  ]2 G! a6 z
Each careful step along the byway,
! W! E0 h% t' D) T9 kBut more, much more than this,
  W) ~( G4 O( w7 x! E( F. RI did it my way.
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9 ]( j4 S3 U( L- f0 U. ZYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew2 Y8 q. U) ?7 v9 l
When I bit off more than I could chew.
; [& ]6 y* {8 zBut through it all, when there was doubt,
* I" D. \7 `! R9 v, Q) D5 eI ate it up and spit it out.
$ F" x3 `) I0 `I faced it all and I stood tall;
- ]  U$ n1 ?* I; O+ I5 \And did it my way.4 y: w$ M9 b8 x- p: `8 Q

( ?7 [& U: V. c# ^0 D4 nI've loved, I've laughed and cried.  V+ X/ l0 d# s2 O! V. q+ ?
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
2 b6 Q& O" s4 _! _And now, as tears subside,
4 ?/ T' h3 q- y  o5 o: y' mI find it all so amusing.
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5 m7 Q* K. `  Y+ W3 B! PTo think I did all that;
: e. \2 X/ \3 W( L0 k6 R6 l3 Q& ^8 RAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
! T# M: |. x( c. Y$ @& ^5 d'No, oh no not me,
( L0 Z% u: Y3 V" m6 s7 EI did it my way'.
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9 X1 t- T8 F( yFor what is a man, what has he got?; u! r7 y5 R/ c/ Z
If not himself, then he has naught.7 [8 a7 v0 R. u8 g2 d8 ^, V
To say the things he truly feels;: }& N9 r5 {- H' Z2 g  T' m+ T; X
And not the words of one who kneels.+ A: N# {5 H/ \# D& M$ h
The record shows I took the blows -
1 Z0 K. i/ V5 X- A; v6 e- G9 mAnd did it my way!