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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
3 _& v1 v* @$ G( R7 E* K& C. @Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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: u$ X. A' V- E% A4 l' Q; uAnd now, the end is near;9 k* `. J. |$ G% d0 Y% E
And so I face the final curtain.+ S/ ^, j# `# @& {
My friend, I'll say it clear,
$ G) |0 c1 K1 ~! T! RI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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( x( r% i4 I# [# ?' xI've lived a life that's full.6 S# M1 @8 H8 \* [, c- \( C3 {
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;1 w! X5 N; P' \* y# I
But more, much more than this,
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Regrets, I've had a few;
/ y9 N# n. i3 N" EBut then again, too few to mention.
# I! v' X% ]5 O( g3 j  _! Z% G, v" ~6 LI did what I had to do
* [3 p  f8 Z5 g+ B+ A! Z; ]And saw it through without exemption.  _# o- X- k% t
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I planned each charted course;
% C  Q; R# W; b: T! y3 P9 Y  zEach careful step along the byway,, h7 e" ~4 N4 d: T+ M
But more, much more than this,8 \* E! s% z8 I: W0 L" ~
I did it my way.5 x. j5 D6 Z2 r/ k8 S  T
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
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But through it all, when there was doubt,5 K% b' S. \, O* [  e, r
I ate it up and spit it out.
4 i( _0 Z6 Y3 aI faced it all and I stood tall;/ x3 m( W9 I9 d+ P5 g
And did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.$ O0 z8 D& W  U# ^  e3 [
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
* w$ T* u$ X3 z& b) `! wAnd now, as tears subside,
4 }# ^- E* R' M( G5 Z  a  Z' qI find it all so amusing.
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' u; U' j8 e3 F1 @9 STo think I did all that;
5 g/ c8 X" q' F: HAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
& c# F. T$ e! s! m  ?8 H'No, oh no not me,
: |$ e9 V/ Y* Z& y2 P( `I did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?
! [' h8 w% B+ w0 [, [/ aIf not himself, then he has naught.% D  e0 [& {& s5 _8 K' Q5 t' Z" ^
To say the things he truly feels;8 x, u% Z, v, J3 h! K
And not the words of one who kneels.
; M, j! Z) R; u9 Y7 Y  s) I. uThe record shows I took the blows -
, h' n6 ]/ F* V! X& nAnd did it my way!