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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )7 t; z9 p: [5 Z& n* b
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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" {1 b* n) i& l( D4 i- g  J' V( oAnd now, the end is near;
, q; y# x: G: H" A: Q2 f1 H/ oAnd so I face the final curtain.
' N" x3 ?$ Y5 w% g" w: \( o; l( aMy friend, I'll say it clear,  u- _6 n! p# x1 b( s
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.
$ O+ v7 q- D0 u% }I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
1 [* b. O2 O' s9 i3 MBut more, much more than this,
5 N6 ?" u- j' K: k) I7 S2 B) pI did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;
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6 M' v# u1 ?$ v2 kI did what I had to do9 C* L. B- i! q* |2 H  Q
And saw it through without exemption.
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. N% j" L  _7 h; Q( w+ WI planned each charted course;
; z- R: f* P$ P! q4 A. u$ pEach careful step along the byway,
' F* ]% _, Z: s- j- X8 ]But more, much more than this,
/ P/ G" @; Y. x0 o7 yI did it my way.8 L! \0 b- C! r- T
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew, z) l; m: v8 N; l: \3 f
When I bit off more than I could chew.
5 b4 l8 P: t6 C7 l  ]$ q  FBut through it all, when there was doubt,- s% g, m! a; h8 v  @
I ate it up and spit it out.
; ]9 a  q7 S1 b3 r& z( \+ H! tI faced it all and I stood tall;9 I% Q$ N% z# Y3 T
And did it my way.4 H4 L- k+ L! v/ \4 N

6 ^3 n2 t" n) y& y& XI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
- M2 U3 T0 m6 t0 M# kI've had my fill; my share of losing.% ^* D9 E, z9 Z
And now, as tears subside,+ V; d( a% Z. g# L
I find it all so amusing.8 ~: O% w  l9 P6 w
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To think I did all that;3 L$ l+ I4 R$ w1 [
And may I say - not in a shy way,
8 V3 e$ k% `9 J4 z- p! m) b  q'No, oh no not me,
9 A. E, N5 h2 ~: `I did it my way'.
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( l; o. ?7 X# K$ _9 Y8 V0 C4 hFor what is a man, what has he got?2 R: z( |. p: V2 \
If not himself, then he has naught.& G+ ^% U  v, Z9 n
To say the things he truly feels;3 l# ^7 c. H/ n7 e! Z, e$ N" E
And not the words of one who kneels.) f3 T! o( }& L) g
The record shows I took the blows -4 n) y- l2 U7 n
And did it my way!