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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )% Q( ~" O3 m7 r2 r$ w7 v. ?- E
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault  ^4 e' V/ g: R' \# e
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7 U  R9 q8 Y, a2 I- W9 ]) SAnd now, the end is near;* q6 T& W& b8 n# n8 q. j
And so I face the final curtain.
% G, r( z) a9 L  w1 G+ [- V0 d( }1 CMy friend, I'll say it clear,, C2 X2 o; k, s" Z
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.+ f0 `0 {, d; B. v4 N9 f4 D

, a: K3 c* v& z( S  YI've lived a life that's full.
4 P& l4 H& h- @/ E( x  B! kI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;7 z: Z# p3 k/ F% y, W+ j" O
But more, much more than this,
! F; q8 G# l. Z1 F+ p  q9 HI did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;
0 R5 I; ^+ H) dBut then again, too few to mention.
+ r2 |4 j6 I* Y. G. x+ kI did what I had to do
: i& E4 V; J, O3 x  vAnd saw it through without exemption.; }& e- M. k3 b1 S5 h0 _/ X

  k) j) q' E0 z; X' v, m  R& KI planned each charted course;! K, ]7 r4 @+ ^, B$ `1 F% |5 N
Each careful step along the byway,  t7 s! l0 c+ d3 K  {
But more, much more than this,
& B4 V! ^$ o; FI did it my way.% j5 @! q6 s; X8 R: y6 d& Y% N
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
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# i- X0 q" f% L; XBut through it all, when there was doubt," f9 z. M* M4 S" r, \+ b$ D% I
I ate it up and spit it out.
- S! _% I7 C0 @% L( ~9 |4 fI faced it all and I stood tall;5 |0 O- p" b  Z9 f
And did it my way.
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, G2 c5 w, K6 @# SI've loved, I've laughed and cried.) b2 E  o1 m1 u* E4 N! g* ]
I've had my fill; my share of losing.( A! k! r) g. Q8 _0 z- [; _: p% e5 K
And now, as tears subside,
/ c& n+ {1 H/ R& S4 S  G2 `. @I find it all so amusing.
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To think I did all that;
: L6 {( C3 ?0 uAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
6 C( V2 R# b) j% A, e& g'No, oh no not me,1 W1 ?8 t$ l+ E* w% w7 @
I did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?3 S# w/ L6 e( n$ U7 O
If not himself, then he has naught.5 l% {& {; i# N: Y& K0 @
To say the things he truly feels;
. W% D- Z; r" K& x8 Y7 j6 dAnd not the words of one who kneels.
/ x; o9 w+ S3 N$ N# W) {, o1 dThe record shows I took the blows -
3 Z) b8 s& ?/ K! B9 f' r. v5 [0 XAnd did it my way!