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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )8 E8 Q) H  L8 y
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;
' I# ~  k% n) D& c3 |- d/ o% b+ _And so I face the final curtain.
& f& J! O+ P+ p9 A1 {My friend, I'll say it clear,8 ^6 g; S: J7 P( Q' I$ _
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.7 m# C5 v. }3 r
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I've lived a life that's full.. ^! Z  i: b  B" m& L5 I
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
4 N2 U9 t* J/ C3 [9 vBut more, much more than this,
, V+ t" o( Z) @) I) ~8 M% c" g7 {I did it my way.
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. V% K, L. T- I" d# g0 dRegrets, I've had a few;
( z+ O8 c5 s& E" K" fBut then again, too few to mention.; W2 `, ^9 e' `6 T3 W
I did what I had to do
, G5 q2 n/ H  kAnd saw it through without exemption.% d/ m7 w5 L* S! b
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I planned each charted course;
$ X5 t# [4 y' T* d5 [$ e+ SEach careful step along the byway,% g1 v& r9 ?3 J. A
But more, much more than this,
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
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But through it all, when there was doubt,
8 [$ @, s  k- @- m' b1 R; iI ate it up and spit it out.$ r8 W& N* t; r% o8 n3 t6 Y0 k
I faced it all and I stood tall;
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' Z$ n6 X, G3 R1 C7 ^3 Q+ kI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
. \0 I4 X: M, J9 H& mI've had my fill; my share of losing.' R' Z/ V. h: }+ t3 h# ?
And now, as tears subside,9 p6 @) g$ u0 K. q$ k
I find it all so amusing.0 \7 Z$ s! b% k
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To think I did all that;
8 R8 t9 V2 U1 H& N2 fAnd may I say - not in a shy way,0 P4 _! ?; b$ E5 e1 g. L9 v
'No, oh no not me,; `7 i2 r! t& {
I did it my way'.- B9 `+ {, q5 p0 W5 Z$ Y6 o

) X; a& K/ P" U  t" ~For what is a man, what has he got?
9 z8 I" I7 K, k% r7 L. a, GIf not himself, then he has naught.
( x3 t+ J' N5 Z+ B9 h) uTo say the things he truly feels;
2 g( F9 t' u6 h. i* C! n% j& K5 ?And not the words of one who kneels.
8 h/ ~$ K6 s8 F5 e( ZThe record shows I took the blows -
; A# J* B4 B9 a" CAnd did it my way!