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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )3 F$ j: P5 B; I; E' k3 J" O" T! O
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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i- F5 Z& W3 oAnd now, the end is near;' D9 T1 x \0 s6 H, B
And so I face the final curtain.3 D: w6 V2 U% l$ W
My friend, I'll say it clear,) p; \0 ?- m; _: u5 _( w
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.
9 f+ ^" b* ~3 ?7 @I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;2 A7 _5 @3 K% B- e
But more, much more than this,1 `" n# h7 P4 O; d# w5 x) s
I did it my way.$ Z- O, E3 q/ ?/ w
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Regrets, I've had a few;
) E7 r6 l$ y# n; A# zBut then again, too few to mention.) F# A3 X( a5 F( z( E
I did what I had to do3 b" Q- q" u) d, K: m9 j
And saw it through without exemption.$ I' P. d% s4 c
) ]) L7 N( O' k( v' \, MI planned each charted course;
# p, p: g, }$ K( ]+ r2 kEach careful step along the byway,( s' b# J3 u$ M1 B6 d: u
But more, much more than this,
9 q, _5 g8 {) |% I9 ~! x+ hI did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew- e7 B7 I: _' _/ Y, Q3 N' l
When I bit off more than I could chew.
( i( x5 |3 {' z! Z8 \' u q, N GBut through it all, when there was doubt,
0 g4 L' q5 |& w. N5 V; ~* J) E! B# \I ate it up and spit it out.
& U1 T3 e1 m$ [0 xI faced it all and I stood tall;2 q& e) b$ O. e4 |- t9 V
And did it my way.
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' H6 {9 a# |! _" J( d( XI've loved, I've laughed and cried.1 Y( {" D5 u/ W: ?4 z. Q
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
7 X9 M- F2 R+ c2 C; O8 H, e7 b$ WAnd now, as tears subside,$ d2 l/ ?: ]2 J0 r) w% s
I find it all so amusing.) B0 e; }9 Z" U2 p
4 ~8 N2 R/ y: G' F* g' h! MTo think I did all that;
& \7 z$ v$ F+ i% S. [And may I say - not in a shy way,' g4 X& X: s2 y6 ~
'No, oh no not me,
K7 M# C& c" i6 k: T2 tI did it my way'.- U& D3 L9 O1 e0 P
" d1 j" M$ m" Y! v+ i% k/ h+ uFor what is a man, what has he got?
; t2 R8 t/ `8 G/ \If not himself, then he has naught.
+ x: M! C7 b/ L2 n Q9 m1 j8 a0 dTo say the things he truly feels;
O4 ?1 N( z. ]3 [& fAnd not the words of one who kneels.* | [5 j5 x2 t
The record shows I took the blows -+ r, d, L- q9 h" [# p. I( |; {
And did it my way! |
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