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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )) k/ Q% [# \; \% |/ S% ^
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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" a* P& }5 H& p. d" PAnd now, the end is near;
9 g: N- N- I" l1 z6 ^6 A3 _7 |And so I face the final curtain.
" |0 e9 f) P4 [6 G; @. m& sMy friend, I'll say it clear,: ]1 E! z; o w0 l- g' ]3 M
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.: Q2 o# Q' v* X/ M; {
% c& s+ v" b( S# @9 R* n. b1 }3 }I've lived a life that's full.* l% W+ D3 p, V" {/ m+ l# J7 _0 d. y! c
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;( D1 M: q) k9 f, ?6 `3 U
But more, much more than this,8 `' Q1 k) f1 d9 h& K0 i8 Y8 V; h0 a
I did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;9 e! o- B& r& z7 Y4 Y
But then again, too few to mention.: M- E2 n0 {# [3 j" i3 ?+ N: Z
I did what I had to do
9 G3 U7 \$ T: K3 W# PAnd saw it through without exemption.8 ?0 R" f. v* Q& s
1 _- _' Y# Q0 y$ B4 i1 V* PI planned each charted course;
; r; P9 j4 {+ K; v# B- k$ W/ q6 HEach careful step along the byway,- F, f7 Z3 G# u; ]* B& v
But more, much more than this,
) t: d+ M- c8 K' w+ e4 Q ~2 |; }I did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
* e6 T! c9 _" z( b& @$ oWhen I bit off more than I could chew., l7 y, y4 e/ {: a& F' y! s" c
But through it all, when there was doubt,
) E# }/ N9 H8 M6 z) yI ate it up and spit it out.
5 a8 ], p: I4 n. l% c4 b/ E1 s: ^I faced it all and I stood tall;0 g4 `2 h# M9 A) j0 T8 N' {
And did it my way.
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- H& I. ?$ m5 TI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
1 z' I' I& q3 n. u& j; Z1 JI've had my fill; my share of losing." A* ]; X$ W. W9 Z" U/ w
And now, as tears subside,& R9 z- w2 }3 y6 [
I find it all so amusing.3 x6 j+ a5 V2 b* v+ ]
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To think I did all that;' i3 {2 I& N6 U- z9 Q2 O
And may I say - not in a shy way,
q% o& G) ~0 @" Q0 I% O7 I'No, oh no not me,
% a) K3 I' R! ~5 _& {$ Z. TI did it my way'.
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0 K* ?. V7 W! g/ b) hFor what is a man, what has he got?. Q5 ^, f2 f9 [& ~ Q) c/ _
If not himself, then he has naught.' c0 z. F j% m! p/ X) F n9 N
To say the things he truly feels;+ E( Y6 O; r& n2 A5 N3 u
And not the words of one who kneels.
$ N1 {; k4 {# R- GThe record shows I took the blows -
- ^. y( m* V" @- n& jAnd did it my way! |
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