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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )1 y- e+ x7 P" h" P
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault4 M: r! r4 ?& G+ i/ W' I

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And now, the end is near;' J$ n  B7 q" P5 t, M8 _' O2 `$ D6 x
And so I face the final curtain.
) K! r7 e6 b, K8 V8 UMy friend, I'll say it clear,
" ~; l- h* R* X+ q, g( rI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.$ U4 J/ S! v% v
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
# O! Y7 }$ B3 P. E+ lBut more, much more than this,
( @( |$ x, ?- s1 _0 F8 l2 RI did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;" B; _* c' D1 O* W9 \# b
But then again, too few to mention.
8 ]* \0 h9 ~2 _4 z9 f/ U3 XI did what I had to do
/ N: b" c" t  c; G5 vAnd saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;
9 ]9 P+ W& k5 ]# h8 C2 ]Each careful step along the byway,
- P7 j' M/ [1 z# o8 E5 R" |( wBut more, much more than this,
8 u( c/ }& s3 C7 G  f$ a' SI did it my way.
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% Y2 F/ t5 W- y# {3 }. X  FYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew$ U* l; B" R% k+ P9 G
When I bit off more than I could chew.8 F4 K, G# J" x* k7 }: p; F
But through it all, when there was doubt,
# g; H7 a1 b- tI ate it up and spit it out.
' D0 j2 |9 H; |  V, {! w  ]' KI faced it all and I stood tall;5 i/ X/ T( q& H9 M$ W+ v9 D
And did it my way.
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  ?& H1 m4 h( q$ P7 VI've loved, I've laughed and cried.& C8 t8 Z' d+ V; U6 X1 I# i
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
/ ?  Q: N. B& f# O, ?, S6 AAnd now, as tears subside,% ~" s3 \, m# O7 u8 y
I find it all so amusing.
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1 ?6 Q: c$ F* E! N# BTo think I did all that;
! E; }' Z) q/ j4 O3 Q' zAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
7 y0 s" H; l, X' s! T/ M4 l4 ^( R, p'No, oh no not me,
: K3 B$ ^, D) P2 N6 D! _$ J) `I did it my way'.
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" L/ H+ @2 o0 \0 M# E( Y3 TFor what is a man, what has he got?# K; B9 m: G! q# A; d0 J+ r
If not himself, then he has naught.' d! k7 }. a* z9 J, H
To say the things he truly feels;+ B# T" W4 M2 T# z5 ?2 t! G6 ^& T4 ~: a
And not the words of one who kneels.
: q* T/ _, A; [$ \The record shows I took the blows -2 _6 W" E! x; g# i1 V+ }
And did it my way!