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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra ); S) }* i2 u) @) x" H' |6 |1 D3 z
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault% H% q u0 M9 [
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And now, the end is near;9 {. A& [7 ]. g# g {1 v1 t- a
And so I face the final curtain.9 r# _% F6 z; x7 h
My friend, I'll say it clear,8 E+ S0 x! {8 E! A! z% ^$ C
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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' y1 _. D7 y8 w4 |# ?$ hI've lived a life that's full.
5 M f& s. y2 ^4 e- U+ zI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
6 v8 q7 @0 C o: E, VBut more, much more than this,1 _' f1 c, {9 @# I! n5 d
I did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;& T/ n" T& g% T7 d$ R# X. l
But then again, too few to mention.
; c7 i! D. }2 zI did what I had to do3 a: g1 f# P* V
And saw it through without exemption.' ]+ G. n% Z/ ` u7 {$ q' Z' _* {+ ~' ~
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I planned each charted course;3 y! _# U6 e5 r+ A; ` g; H. r
Each careful step along the byway,: ~ b6 j1 M2 T- I! M
But more, much more than this,, N' \" b5 e2 Y4 j2 `! ^- p
I did it my way." i: {' H. u; q9 }# _ C' z* d% g
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
( s" J- @( M- A% A* o/ h. f5 F6 ^When I bit off more than I could chew.2 x: P. Q' z- }0 E& o" `
But through it all, when there was doubt,
' G# D9 d0 b, j# c5 vI ate it up and spit it out.5 X- j+ K1 F9 `9 y
I faced it all and I stood tall;
% j, [0 | C0 ]9 l8 U9 E6 B1 w& C) cAnd did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.8 i: ]3 b1 U5 a' i# A2 N
I've had my fill; my share of losing.2 G6 A K3 h# Z& o$ _& Y
And now, as tears subside,9 [) k4 ]# w' i1 r7 X" r2 M
I find it all so amusing.
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To think I did all that;" y( ^/ J0 c J7 `9 h1 p; R, Q% Z
And may I say - not in a shy way,
4 d+ |& @- ?, N! A, p5 d8 i'No, oh no not me,* w* n6 [* P& C
I did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?
( s k) v" j/ d& I z+ x6 E0 s9 sIf not himself, then he has naught.2 ?( X6 w& s5 e+ L
To say the things he truly feels;
! y" h) ~4 C- n/ j9 HAnd not the words of one who kneels.
1 Z1 W# J. O8 M. V1 j) Z iThe record shows I took the blows -# v' n* K7 \2 p0 N6 _, p
And did it my way! |
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