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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
0 F$ Z) w# b' eWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault/ _2 p, g$ }) Y: c3 @

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And now, the end is near;( w- i5 D8 \0 g" x* P3 h7 g0 P
And so I face the final curtain.! |5 o& l0 T( k- D) D6 _6 I0 g
My friend, I'll say it clear,
( J1 n8 ^& d! K2 d% }4 hI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.- g/ ]( o! P! x/ b

: Z2 T; J2 A& {" \! |I've lived a life that's full.
. q; H; ?$ \- x. i8 }3 WI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
0 m" ^( V/ T( c$ gBut more, much more than this,
- y+ z. g9 @: M! _0 \& p6 e# EI did it my way.
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5 S% ^! Z& X* a. f4 QRegrets, I've had a few;
7 N3 f# }+ U' U; Y' M* WBut then again, too few to mention.$ z7 K& X+ {9 B- r$ X
I did what I had to do9 Q- c: I3 c% t9 K2 l
And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;, n. Z  P: y1 Z
Each careful step along the byway,: g5 [0 `6 Q( }: ~) X$ m
But more, much more than this,1 Y2 u; B4 B+ D5 V( O% n9 A4 f
I did it my way.3 l: }4 }: a1 S6 h& o0 y3 B: e

2 m- ?+ C1 R( O* }( y- GYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
1 m2 P7 |& w& f  H- R2 a7 G  G( m! v8 NWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
* {" p/ @9 \4 I* [# D6 dBut through it all, when there was doubt,
( m- I" i9 m6 r; N% MI ate it up and spit it out.2 R8 G, I7 S. L  V* w- f+ ^
I faced it all and I stood tall;5 }0 `- y9 H! K* C
And did it my way.$ |  N' \* q5 A# e

$ D- X# f; |: D  j, L  \  uI've loved, I've laughed and cried.* X: S+ C# h+ J& P8 u3 F
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
2 `( |: N+ [* H* R( S- y/ zAnd now, as tears subside,# @5 S. q+ @. S1 _4 A, S
I find it all so amusing.
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( D6 }- G2 z4 \( N3 Q, MTo think I did all that;
* g  ~5 b6 n- I' w! I. YAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
0 O' h! c3 ^) c4 @" h'No, oh no not me,- J9 ^/ z2 r, ~. b+ l# x& [
I did it my way'.
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% u( ~' U& i; i* h" K4 vFor what is a man, what has he got?# J8 b4 m' Q# p% V3 J/ Y; `
If not himself, then he has naught.
% Z/ a5 w/ O; [; Q. e- _To say the things he truly feels;3 C! ?) d: \  |
And not the words of one who kneels.- H& J' B, i1 A: ]9 \( r
The record shows I took the blows -
! \& O7 R4 }& s2 k# U( YAnd did it my way!