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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
. c( O7 j9 ?8 K" @Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;4 K7 Q  ?% l; I3 `
And so I face the final curtain.% @: |$ `3 E# I" m
My friend, I'll say it clear,2 K; p$ _% I$ C; A9 G) _( K, D
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.; Y+ C* X8 X$ E8 N* Z0 i2 a$ i

7 \. e: d) d  @0 j3 oI've lived a life that's full.0 z7 S6 a9 M! d" t
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;$ k' g! n% i- H( D( H, ~
But more, much more than this,; f( N$ Y- |! `( v4 l% K9 Y
I did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;
4 o: u' S* k+ nBut then again, too few to mention.
6 _9 C3 C, O" Y5 P0 @! Y1 Z6 uI did what I had to do& `, r  g* I  ~) M$ n
And saw it through without exemption.9 @& n, k  T9 I: m, w/ J
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I planned each charted course;
/ r) d& O. k! n) S! ZEach careful step along the byway,
) l2 ]0 O/ k4 Y# WBut more, much more than this,9 F0 J0 r) }* n, \# l
I did it my way.
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# {2 [& {- {$ R0 C" n0 `7 JYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew" w; n+ h! a2 E# j
When I bit off more than I could chew.3 d' c+ a5 K' Y) W
But through it all, when there was doubt,* D2 V; i( Q5 o' _2 O2 w) T, J
I ate it up and spit it out.
; |, ~& n+ g" J. dI faced it all and I stood tall;4 H/ v" g$ G2 S
And did it my way.: P- ~# r! j- X7 I7 f8 v
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
; n* N6 B& n* G. \9 G- cI've had my fill; my share of losing.% _( A" E; B5 F% Q2 J& V  H1 Z
And now, as tears subside,
' n) G: o8 D8 g6 {$ S$ C  @I find it all so amusing.
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  L: s9 x; B9 T" b  E, o8 KTo think I did all that;
4 A: ?8 a; i3 j+ C4 {3 TAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
8 a" u  Q1 q& N9 b2 m" Y'No, oh no not me,; `% R- _% y* S# h! r; K
I did it my way'.6 W' q* h" u- s$ y" a  a# X. I
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For what is a man, what has he got?4 E) S3 O3 m( m9 o2 ?9 v6 l1 A
If not himself, then he has naught." l0 J+ L/ {( q, W
To say the things he truly feels;0 r4 i/ J( A. h8 V+ Y
And not the words of one who kneels.
1 {& ]0 u* A, E: l+ V- kThe record shows I took the blows -5 R4 L9 `: F- D, n2 P
And did it my way!