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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
2 I0 A. y, o( k5 [3 o, {+ W5 oWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault" s, O( A) {: ?7 M/ p7 ^4 _

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, e. z: _6 J/ j: aAnd now, the end is near;  v' a; z6 N9 H- [. U
And so I face the final curtain.
- s* o0 Z/ H* N6 L1 A3 ]$ S" v- {/ EMy friend, I'll say it clear,6 \. b' Q8 W6 y4 R* b3 \- t! T' ^% I
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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! ]" F. @0 K9 w6 e8 HI've lived a life that's full.
6 Z7 J1 |. m2 ~I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
5 C" \& h+ v" }( Q- T. E7 uBut more, much more than this,; a# n8 ^5 X5 q
I did it my way.
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! T" w5 H; a8 L' S1 aRegrets, I've had a few;9 t  Y: \9 e# M& |
But then again, too few to mention.
2 q- ~+ p: I. S0 z9 ^  o) Y  H% F7 xI did what I had to do$ k% e2 {: [) Q$ q
And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;) M; N9 u8 q* f8 c) Y
Each careful step along the byway,
/ h- X1 {  l( [2 G' \But more, much more than this,
" X( d  s! \2 X1 U* B2 tI did it my way.
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0 m% @. z- R) v0 @Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew' f* p2 @. C4 Q: V1 m
When I bit off more than I could chew.2 q6 R8 m; T* k/ |2 U7 e
But through it all, when there was doubt,$ T) Y) C5 `; d
I ate it up and spit it out.
2 ~- }! a* y2 X7 O" G6 U1 iI faced it all and I stood tall;
: q: g, e8 s7 M1 A* l, P. n7 lAnd did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried." h5 q5 h. P' }1 I# d# p
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
& e+ k( [/ U" Q7 o$ V# K0 [And now, as tears subside,5 ?( K4 x8 ~, T
I find it all so amusing.7 e' w3 D6 Y9 v" ?
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To think I did all that;
$ `% C+ q1 z' a& |7 V) HAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
" q: p! s+ N# U: i; S9 x'No, oh no not me,1 Q' D3 v  [: `1 U/ h
I did it my way'.8 F1 A* F$ p5 T4 t4 v0 I7 m# U

1 f# \4 [: w% v: \5 x, oFor what is a man, what has he got?
2 l+ g7 l; E* Y- r( {4 A- A, bIf not himself, then he has naught.
! `1 ?9 b. X/ ?% @* Z9 ~% ^4 RTo say the things he truly feels;) d. E# H) d$ J, z# U- o
And not the words of one who kneels.
! a1 p4 J; c$ |" l7 K% AThe record shows I took the blows -
& l/ z8 e/ |! K% uAnd did it my way!