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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra ), S1 l4 t: H! L! K% q9 q
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault# N& A/ K. b0 v0 y# o; X
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+ r0 O$ K& `  z2 [  iAnd now, the end is near;& N& K9 [: ]9 P+ |
And so I face the final curtain.
; h( E3 U' D: C9 Z9 Z/ C. eMy friend, I'll say it clear,
  D9 ?! _8 o. u% b+ FI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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0 ^& s7 y& ], ^I've lived a life that's full.
9 w4 G/ Y: h* G/ eI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;$ E& S9 U) Z" _! {& z( g" ^0 H: k
But more, much more than this,$ _: y$ s- _5 i1 d1 N( c& \
I did it my way.
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- H% u) Z) y1 g2 ?5 v; K1 FRegrets, I've had a few;
/ ^% m7 w  h2 W4 |" TBut then again, too few to mention.7 @- U# r) y+ Q+ E# R
I did what I had to do
- v3 j, E: K  X5 O, {And saw it through without exemption.
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6 L9 r. b" V8 G( N6 vI planned each charted course;
$ V3 N' c; i* \/ X. U8 |+ N8 wEach careful step along the byway,$ w0 d* L- k9 Y! E0 h3 ]
But more, much more than this,4 s: w7 A* J  C( F
I did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
/ N: y2 |9 J: k! p: o$ w# RWhen I bit off more than I could chew.' O$ a" s, @4 i, Q0 _. [
But through it all, when there was doubt,
5 ]* e9 ~2 p8 [) r9 lI ate it up and spit it out.
: N& G2 C4 u+ }/ k- _6 {I faced it all and I stood tall;" o' C: @" p1 t1 R1 j4 m
And did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.# a1 R2 X+ b- k
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
# ]  B+ U- i7 ?2 f: t5 tAnd now, as tears subside,
' ^$ I0 d9 }7 p6 AI find it all so amusing.( J1 l; t$ E, \4 V0 L& u
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To think I did all that;; `  c3 o. Q' [' d. v: A* o
And may I say - not in a shy way,6 j$ i- K3 l7 }. D3 Y
'No, oh no not me,3 t+ X. ~( e5 s# n& b& K4 \
I did it my way'.
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+ c' N% |8 r+ n( F4 b7 p3 \For what is a man, what has he got?' g$ N4 i# u$ }( C, A+ H/ r
If not himself, then he has naught.
0 Z; h' k. |0 ^# I, l; A8 WTo say the things he truly feels;
, c1 _* `5 v+ zAnd not the words of one who kneels.
( P. {/ F* I* {6 }The record shows I took the blows -
4 Z  @' H3 [+ A* R# ZAnd did it my way!