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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra ) ^0 I" p k% |: D, {9 a; ^0 J2 P, d& Y
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;
2 z' f- e! g: BAnd so I face the final curtain.
' y1 v- E6 p7 g b; FMy friend, I'll say it clear,
% }+ O4 R" l, c, |! rI'll state my case, of which I'm certain., t! }$ S8 m( D
7 f) s( a, ]1 X# b, d: ?. QI've lived a life that's full.
4 g( W8 {7 F( H% dI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
/ j. ]5 m$ g0 cBut more, much more than this," o) ?' l3 q# S/ a0 x* z7 E! M- T
I did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;, T) t& z. \/ Y M6 B
But then again, too few to mention.% P* n) u. ]2 o- `
I did what I had to do
, G$ s# Y8 X/ R/ S ^" OAnd saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;
+ U' y& }* Z6 N' ~! tEach careful step along the byway,
7 W1 U- \0 \( Z) W) b- CBut more, much more than this,
1 e& |! U: }# j0 {0 Y+ VI did it my way.' ?4 r/ G) ~$ Q& h$ o9 e' q
0 |7 i' \; w4 J5 j/ u E9 h' D+ n0 fYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew! V2 h2 f* K- D& ^
When I bit off more than I could chew.: t3 p+ I! o8 |) h
But through it all, when there was doubt,
, `4 K( J* p2 @, H% ]* PI ate it up and spit it out., A/ |* d6 q' J) d% e
I faced it all and I stood tall;
/ A# y( @" y* b% q9 Q& FAnd did it my way.) T+ W3 U2 L. |! ?1 t, z( Q" ?, k, u$ [8 [
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.# x9 F) ~ |/ s
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
% K2 C* E6 e& b# ^4 v0 jAnd now, as tears subside,
* b4 F! V0 M) j: Q8 a' U5 BI find it all so amusing.
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To think I did all that;
* l7 u" b, L9 fAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
+ V0 e( e9 Z$ f# B'No, oh no not me,6 G# v5 X- m i
I did it my way'.
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6 x* ?+ m4 D6 U7 [, _1 GFor what is a man, what has he got?
7 t0 X& c; g BIf not himself, then he has naught.: O- V, U) X A7 l4 s' ^
To say the things he truly feels;: F" G& C5 i; \ R) k4 S
And not the words of one who kneels.
$ Z( G o* N, U! D8 h3 M/ AThe record shows I took the blows -# w- A8 L. \# ^
And did it my way! |
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