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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
3 z4 h. O) b+ }6 L6 B- }1 FWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;- p6 S7 j' B9 c" v) J: N
And so I face the final curtain.
6 L$ u7 i& `: ~9 rMy friend, I'll say it clear,
3 w# g6 @1 Q+ o4 i' q+ ?5 \1 JI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.2 \& T. F6 v0 D* i
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
/ w* }3 ?. U: S" z( a. ZBut more, much more than this,* m5 i6 ^" D- e  A; a% U+ [
I did it my way.% K+ O( Q' K4 S% j' I
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Regrets, I've had a few;) k; l: X- W& a. C* z
But then again, too few to mention.
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And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;
1 B  e8 z$ `6 b9 uEach careful step along the byway,
- n- B6 R. r' A; tBut more, much more than this,
5 D, X" ~8 k; f- VI did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
3 v1 R. G3 u0 `* p$ Q2 \4 WWhen I bit off more than I could chew.( T, r7 m: \  ~8 H' g# p
But through it all, when there was doubt,$ q3 X/ e, Y# @9 [" x+ x# m
I ate it up and spit it out.
+ z+ }5 }  `( JI faced it all and I stood tall;
* O' F2 d- I. K' u6 W0 H0 kAnd did it my way.
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' [2 F7 N+ d* H; A. k" T; }I've loved, I've laughed and cried.9 e: F9 Q) g8 ?# ~& l+ S: ]
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
0 h, [0 w3 y: g- }; [8 i1 e7 S  d% EAnd now, as tears subside,
+ i" o4 K( n, w: d+ R! hI find it all so amusing.
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To think I did all that;
' ^. u9 u6 T. N5 i, h8 ?; H' FAnd may I say - not in a shy way," N- w0 \; e! K4 E3 J
'No, oh no not me,9 n# A% _9 z. P1 K; d6 t
I did it my way'.; b8 ?0 k+ t% x; {" \2 i- {7 _9 n

( y. L+ G9 R  S6 \For what is a man, what has he got?
2 h4 W- N, x! t6 \9 l. PIf not himself, then he has naught.
7 z6 v/ x  \! |! o4 R1 {To say the things he truly feels;
: W, d3 F- Q# qAnd not the words of one who kneels.
: n- C; ^" b+ b9 l& LThe record shows I took the blows -; X% o+ U+ [: ^+ d' T
And did it my way!