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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )% h- o. f8 e+ O' a
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault8 g5 ^1 ?& C3 X; f9 F
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And now, the end is near;
9 z5 n- @7 l, {( nAnd so I face the final curtain.7 K& n! a( V$ f/ H' m! X
My friend, I'll say it clear,; H. ]% K8 _6 e. u6 F
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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$ X( {4 Q% f! [& I' S: {/ fI've lived a life that's full./ m6 ~- Q- x# p
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;2 K4 P/ v* ]/ k$ C, M9 _
But more, much more than this,$ p- X6 H. y8 {4 q* w+ A
I did it my way.; o  j" D/ x2 \  b, c. _/ Q

, I2 ~+ R! L9 Q* gRegrets, I've had a few;7 Q6 ]2 a! L9 o' \6 I' D
But then again, too few to mention./ \* @1 Z: L# v
I did what I had to do1 ~. Y9 b7 B. P' [0 y4 G/ V+ S
And saw it through without exemption.* N- `% ?( z! g; Z3 b9 z8 c

. S" i2 L, s* Z- tI planned each charted course;
* e; I& n- o3 t( l6 SEach careful step along the byway,
+ D6 Q7 P" \- ]  c( u( w! J6 o# G( xBut more, much more than this,, j4 R8 H. f" B2 p3 W- E% e# @& @2 r
I did it my way.
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% [0 R' @5 Y: f! `. QYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew$ a' L" P7 W+ d9 v! y" J% u
When I bit off more than I could chew.
& Q5 H2 a/ O+ M) r4 q: {; S8 pBut through it all, when there was doubt,
  \- X2 @. c5 E/ v0 tI ate it up and spit it out.
) O( k. E% P8 a  L2 B1 {I faced it all and I stood tall;' a' u: @7 O$ F, N7 |
And did it my way.1 I, x: P% q) u
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.: h9 V! K& ~! O  \5 x4 |
I've had my fill; my share of losing.6 V) Z! W0 ~# Y% ?) Q
And now, as tears subside,9 ]& V/ D+ a) R2 m. ]% w# }% T
I find it all so amusing.. B1 r& U' l! e# t, P

. F8 s. m+ G2 @& @To think I did all that;1 o- ~4 F; F. \/ k2 i* o% C/ B! t
And may I say - not in a shy way,
4 x9 [/ k) S* I' v* h4 B'No, oh no not me,2 `2 j- Q7 R  J8 j
I did it my way'.2 X) U. k% A  D& q" t

! ?# O+ C/ d  I. O  D4 _6 r- J4 L; xFor what is a man, what has he got?# x( F8 G, _3 Y) O0 q) K6 l. N9 r& G
If not himself, then he has naught.% M( L% E: R) o6 Q' t4 J7 |
To say the things he truly feels;
& W' }, q  m6 j! n4 i' F$ o; R! H  iAnd not the words of one who kneels.! ~) m1 E7 X" g) L
The record shows I took the blows -
6 V. S$ i% Z4 d4 iAnd did it my way!