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| My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )" L6 H1 k# m6 U  t; ^ Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault' d1 c1 _" i! D
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 And now, the end is near;
 / e! Y3 q$ }8 b; Q9 M. p4 {7 u! L; lAnd so I face the final curtain.
 9 h0 i# d3 L( C. U0 AMy friend, I'll say it clear,, t# b: ^0 g" d: h( f; k: |8 g- ^
 I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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 + D5 a) f$ E3 {, C5 \I've lived a life that's full.
 ' |5 z' K" D: `I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;: v, T% E) q5 J/ E, s) b( L. ?/ B
 But more, much more than this,
 8 {% U- ~& S0 h% N$ jI did it my way.# T* I* z) n  r
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 Regrets, I've had a few;1 H# D+ L) |. @+ Z5 M6 ~
 But then again, too few to mention.- ?5 E2 [5 s- G8 `) w9 F
 I did what I had to do
 + B; p5 b; y- E0 t/ j6 {3 fAnd saw it through without exemption.
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 7 b/ n4 S- J7 U/ Q8 vI planned each charted course;
 % W. R) h; W+ i# J+ p' L  m. uEach careful step along the byway,
 5 y3 O- Q$ T; Q( f8 y$ y/ e* bBut more, much more than this,/ T' Q2 [1 R- Q
 I did it my way.8 Z9 b$ c8 W: \- q) E
 
 5 Z7 z: M2 }7 S# G+ y% [" ZYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
 / H9 V4 |, e2 P7 Y' b/ ZWhen I bit off more than I could chew.% E' J3 d7 e1 m* T7 B
 But through it all, when there was doubt,( G; K% |7 E3 L* d
 I ate it up and spit it out.5 c1 J- _3 {9 T2 ?# }% x  W# l1 r
 I faced it all and I stood tall;
 " H9 M2 q: s8 T: }. JAnd did it my way.
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 / \( }! T9 N3 i% i3 QI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
 # j: a" M/ C3 E$ Y1 i! DI've had my fill; my share of losing.6 ?9 s( X( m* |
 And now, as tears subside,
 ; s- O/ ]- r: u5 T: `, }I find it all so amusing.0 ?& E6 D  B5 `* p5 B( v
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 To think I did all that;
 7 [- N$ p$ p; _And may I say - not in a shy way,* p$ m+ q1 i' j: l6 g
 'No, oh no not me,& z, U. E" Q: G% d* g
 I did it my way'.$ h: U& g+ h; v( o: I" T% p
 
 # S8 c0 n1 A# G/ h" J) Z: ~$ ?For what is a man, what has he got?) Z- R* H. Y5 X, d
 If not himself, then he has naught.) L3 i& l" }8 x5 v
 To say the things he truly feels;* s; z$ I* L% K
 And not the words of one who kneels.
 * Z4 I9 W: p4 Y9 D0 t* h  _The record shows I took the blows -$ j* |9 k9 G# L
 And did it my way!
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