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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
  @7 L$ K7 A; T7 @9 c+ X' @Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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( [, z0 V: l8 g! ]& r0 O# pAnd now, the end is near;
7 ~" L% F& T$ _And so I face the final curtain.
4 u2 v8 `9 v  D9 x& hMy friend, I'll say it clear,
2 w2 [3 ^3 ?: u3 f2 K  C7 aI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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  T1 I" D  @- t+ t6 i0 CI've lived a life that's full.
1 u; p6 d7 U; z+ }) L- AI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
$ w+ ~& B# E8 d/ F1 c7 d7 jBut more, much more than this,% @0 i% Y4 ], `, G! T- `
I did it my way.7 w9 e/ p; b$ y: y7 a

7 i: p1 P8 P5 J% U; n, N( BRegrets, I've had a few;
5 }9 ~9 o- {9 T  V" _But then again, too few to mention." b& q. x* a9 j9 o7 S
I did what I had to do0 ~* E% r9 Y0 E, b$ i( o% {1 b
And saw it through without exemption." |# f1 U$ W5 X1 f* U8 N

  b4 w+ X2 U+ A, D; a0 nI planned each charted course;
4 R5 D/ `$ A1 h, z& Y+ kEach careful step along the byway,% J/ h1 }8 b' c- R" t/ M. x
But more, much more than this,2 y/ p2 s4 i+ K4 A
I did it my way.8 j) A" S7 K7 t/ }4 C( J/ Z4 ]1 A
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew. i5 }* [: O' r: t
When I bit off more than I could chew.
6 Z) @" G6 e$ z. X" a5 E- r; p9 H+ dBut through it all, when there was doubt,$ N  w! l; k5 x4 R7 z# A2 f" y/ f
I ate it up and spit it out.( O+ v5 _0 k7 {* e
I faced it all and I stood tall;
7 T7 [. V$ Y# n1 z( sAnd did it my way.0 W5 W; s) ?4 K( H. n9 a

) V, m/ g0 J+ `) O9 ~1 b- m1 ^- x$ WI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
  R; q0 i( s: U7 W5 f' CI've had my fill; my share of losing.
# R, p6 L$ I& v# y5 S2 B- r# WAnd now, as tears subside,* s2 b7 _+ _3 n5 A( A; @
I find it all so amusing.
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To think I did all that;
: q7 |$ N1 g5 c9 q3 _- rAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
* W2 x* W* }0 W& d( `* c'No, oh no not me,( q0 A" W1 U, ~( W, r( M' {; V! @- M
I did it my way'.
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: S+ M# V2 `- N4 M. c0 \9 AFor what is a man, what has he got?
1 u5 K! n- X4 \! M. [5 @, w2 DIf not himself, then he has naught.  m8 H) c; L) H3 R
To say the things he truly feels;) B, O: k2 `" n
And not the words of one who kneels.
" k' V2 X9 L0 f: c6 [% FThe record shows I took the blows -) ?  l" x/ F8 ^: z
And did it my way!