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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra ): e# D# l( l9 h8 j8 j  ~; l
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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0 r7 J; X4 U% x/ o0 U: H$ ZAnd now, the end is near;
) h' W  T7 r  D, y+ T  y3 |% hAnd so I face the final curtain.
/ v. B/ K4 p) u5 T. f  qMy friend, I'll say it clear,, P/ G5 Y5 }; C6 ]4 m) c6 Z
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.. q, q1 f# P: V% h0 p$ ?, S' o

! V: x1 N# {9 v) ~I've lived a life that's full.9 s$ r" O2 d' ^; e. l* n
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;) ~7 h% r9 \6 w, @  n) Z
But more, much more than this,7 e# E% B' v( e' A% {$ V
I did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;4 X( @! y0 A: S9 I8 P' A1 l: \
But then again, too few to mention.+ V; A+ @. N4 K+ u0 o/ }) V9 v( f
I did what I had to do# |; T+ r1 v- j6 b. L
And saw it through without exemption.8 i0 C! s" \* `9 u, R' q+ ?

; o4 ]' g  V& h( u9 S- tI planned each charted course;( m3 ~! [; R4 M# f0 d% a* |2 _
Each careful step along the byway,
" \8 i4 ]# f4 Q% ^( l; H% BBut more, much more than this,
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# s1 e  H0 d# l0 o( K  d+ y! l3 f1 N) n* MYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
4 Y3 }+ V/ r' WWhen I bit off more than I could chew., s% R9 G  H* n' `% }+ x# v) T9 x2 }
But through it all, when there was doubt,6 K) J. U3 B8 K6 e! a: e2 G4 D
I ate it up and spit it out.7 T6 t5 n  e* Z! [/ e8 c
I faced it all and I stood tall;" ~) ^4 W  _5 p8 U4 A( u9 L7 L
And did it my way.- c( b( ^; b, R! Y" W* Z2 Z
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
9 c6 Z. O# q5 w- wI've had my fill; my share of losing.0 s5 W$ N; q$ Y
And now, as tears subside,
( e5 ~) m8 O+ [) n' NI find it all so amusing.+ M& j( b6 {0 V& N; K% k) R
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To think I did all that;
3 w- }7 ?( L1 D- h& OAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
7 c0 @7 G4 h. H'No, oh no not me,
0 H, a' z4 t) |1 |. Z. QI did it my way'.9 d( {8 t( M; |1 z# _; r8 L
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For what is a man, what has he got?9 T6 z& K: _* z8 u' q
If not himself, then he has naught.
0 ~( P4 _' ]+ Y" U4 i+ @To say the things he truly feels;/ U5 f! D) d1 ?9 K! s- p
And not the words of one who kneels.! n! b6 V/ n2 s7 Z2 J% ?& Z4 k/ L" M% z
The record shows I took the blows -9 s+ I! r# w: Q' i$ V
And did it my way!