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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )- x% F+ F4 [6 u: ?( [' U
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault! U& b: z: Z" N# h

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/ }$ O7 U$ `, ]/ {: vAnd now, the end is near;- `. I, G0 k% G+ y: R$ D' `0 ~
And so I face the final curtain.
+ G' n( B, q1 J7 vMy friend, I'll say it clear,
/ A  E: [3 _8 B' Y5 }I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.5 j8 x4 D9 K2 {) @5 @0 {' e2 m. b9 h

# s7 ~( ?% `$ `; }I've lived a life that's full.  H* Y9 I0 u) g/ O* b0 [; w
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;5 n3 c$ V- K7 x/ _" S. Y
But more, much more than this,9 x' p4 [; `- M1 }* |
I did it my way.
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+ z) R" x7 E& N0 Y( f+ FRegrets, I've had a few;
' \2 @4 a! p$ x7 WBut then again, too few to mention.
' n" k6 e, ?4 Z2 J5 uI did what I had to do! P* l/ v% K# V1 M1 x
And saw it through without exemption.: p" Z( a7 S% x& G5 M
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I planned each charted course;
4 v' a: Q% P% W# V4 j" PEach careful step along the byway,
7 {# Q9 _9 j7 e# Y% u/ jBut more, much more than this,8 d9 f: Q$ D2 B4 I5 {6 B
I did it my way.0 |* ^. v; g% \3 ~1 L
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew" ]$ i1 q9 v: |. J  G
When I bit off more than I could chew.
% Z, b6 k$ Y7 dBut through it all, when there was doubt,+ O! m, p& P( @; J3 h) l: Z# ]/ j
I ate it up and spit it out.5 f3 ]& p' N4 y! D2 L' M
I faced it all and I stood tall;
, o) P! {+ d" o+ u! h8 cAnd did it my way.
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# [) N0 h, Y0 m0 p# R( {' f4 AI've loved, I've laughed and cried.9 C* l! U' O0 l  y
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
5 p8 p1 Q3 B2 s1 j9 nAnd now, as tears subside,
' j4 g8 v. k% ZI find it all so amusing.2 N% B7 n2 |- m7 O6 V0 ]+ D2 Y
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To think I did all that;
4 Y3 e: {8 v8 Y: U0 n. Q/ QAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
/ o: i' V/ Y. B# Z( b'No, oh no not me,7 f. z) ?* k5 A- D
I did it my way'." I3 [& [; O3 r8 y
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For what is a man, what has he got?" K" b5 P9 G3 X: u/ y& |
If not himself, then he has naught.+ s% P1 Y, c8 X/ L# P, p
To say the things he truly feels;
9 K" W2 Q  L, u7 H, Y8 _* qAnd not the words of one who kneels.
. J# q7 K7 D/ [; ~The record shows I took the blows -% y& x" u$ c# P7 r
And did it my way!