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| My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra ) & d% E6 o$ ?2 Q* H" @% @Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault7 q' g3 D! u) v7 j) ?+ Z  W
 
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 D# c% K! @9 m, p8 }( J8 N# x" CAnd now, the end is near;; R: r+ [$ V( Z7 M* a
 And so I face the final curtain.
 # n0 A" D; F- pMy friend, I'll say it clear,
 + s. w$ _! m; q! UI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.9 f3 B" ?, L% U9 `3 k
 
 + m: z+ _* S4 K. n" v: z$ DI've lived a life that's full.
 ( L, [, G( M/ HI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;, d% C7 X/ ^7 I+ r2 E3 B9 @' l
 But more, much more than this,: S+ S' E/ [. q' Y
 I did it my way.( G9 q3 _3 H7 D. I2 B
 
 7 Z  U3 ^6 b  C: D% H! CRegrets, I've had a few;
 6 t' u, G8 l3 ?4 w4 ZBut then again, too few to mention./ @& R% `8 U7 ?3 P- A
 I did what I had to do
 & f; H( z' h) N8 \# F* @4 AAnd saw it through without exemption.
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 * h7 w3 _. l: I. GI planned each charted course;
 6 L1 f3 U  a  {% j7 }Each careful step along the byway,. @: ^4 t+ L. Y3 M+ |1 s# f
 But more, much more than this,5 ~, |8 N! c& W" z* ]
 I did it my way.+ N- t# {$ M. a  G7 f# S
 
 / F+ N7 U7 q/ D' H8 R2 c' v( GYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew9 J: G1 V! e  \5 i8 Y
 When I bit off more than I could chew.
 , q4 z4 ]# ?$ X6 kBut through it all, when there was doubt,. N) O6 z, m  H3 g$ U$ C# [
 I ate it up and spit it out.
 : S6 }! X4 k1 G1 B% tI faced it all and I stood tall;  ?. U0 X" w1 i9 y9 m5 H$ F
 And did it my way.4 W, O) {: B8 _  C
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 I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
 $ B  A5 m9 `& I* |3 cI've had my fill; my share of losing.
 2 u1 ^0 H3 A1 a' p  CAnd now, as tears subside,, m$ D7 Y5 L$ \  v" n$ X+ R1 a
 I find it all so amusing.
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 To think I did all that;5 K! @9 D( Z- _0 D
 And may I say - not in a shy way,6 Z0 h( T8 U) M$ M  T( ~8 j
 'No, oh no not me,
 . }; A! F+ v) J; sI did it my way'.2 Q3 t' Z; d0 H) n
 
 % }7 ^. \6 q) G: y4 JFor what is a man, what has he got?
 $ ^9 o; P0 d; P4 A) d) L& uIf not himself, then he has naught.
 # b, A$ \2 s' @To say the things he truly feels;
 3 @. D# A% ?: w; R9 eAnd not the words of one who kneels.' Z0 _6 E; y; O- Y6 h: ^
 The record shows I took the blows -/ D; {) W% j- l  j+ {
 And did it my way!
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