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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )# b+ A/ w+ B& f v$ X2 ?7 F* E
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault* I/ N) Q) H9 n
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$ S0 h6 U o7 G. ^+ UAnd now, the end is near;/ C& k* B2 M( W% l2 A; G
And so I face the final curtain./ h% D+ T6 R5 d% a; r2 ~9 {
My friend, I'll say it clear,
4 V; T7 T, Y& T8 Q0 a8 AI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.( y, J: [0 O6 n. y" u0 z1 s% R
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I've lived a life that's full." B" x$ {9 i) r$ S; w1 o
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
8 K( {; g" I5 cBut more, much more than this,! @3 }3 E1 G: R6 p
I did it my way.
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; U/ f }2 F2 q7 @- ^1 [. ?$ i; @Regrets, I've had a few;
+ Q4 X, b# p& V% K; _: G) NBut then again, too few to mention.
: N+ c& M6 N" N0 x" K" L0 YI did what I had to do& P2 c+ _$ [0 @' ^. m n, N# @
And saw it through without exemption.# P1 f4 P$ n6 Y7 q
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I planned each charted course;" |8 Q5 D* H. o1 c2 L8 m" W9 ^
Each careful step along the byway,# x7 P2 e8 H- u) k
But more, much more than this,
2 K7 W b, E' oI did it my way.' I9 R* Y8 I) {0 e0 r( E5 S8 s) q
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew0 W& Y! C0 ~8 L: D: k/ d
When I bit off more than I could chew. v `1 Y: a2 r5 f S
But through it all, when there was doubt,
: `) B# _: c, P' W% h; q' O: `I ate it up and spit it out.: o; y5 A2 |5 U6 N
I faced it all and I stood tall;% }7 t) t5 _ O/ v' M& Y2 `
And did it my way.. z+ a, c; n9 M h; ^$ y) v; q
2 M' l! P4 w- J) C J) K0 _ oI've loved, I've laughed and cried.* A1 k2 e1 Z2 k7 o( G
I've had my fill; my share of losing.8 x7 Q5 `, Y# e3 {3 W+ I# W
And now, as tears subside,* J: o- ?0 U- t
I find it all so amusing.
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To think I did all that;
2 n; v, W; F4 ^9 N& LAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
( n* b/ Y* ?/ s0 l'No, oh no not me,
4 B4 s7 w2 q: l* I; \8 A! x2 vI did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?
+ l- Q+ W& O MIf not himself, then he has naught.+ d: M! t1 O8 S) g
To say the things he truly feels;6 u# @8 W# B" Q( p3 C
And not the words of one who kneels.
, r1 K/ V6 ]; ] Q( {3 U6 tThe record shows I took the blows - P o. e V$ T9 p1 p, n, J- e
And did it my way! |
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