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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )' \% e( k3 x, r& a
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault( w* @* j" |8 J. ]8 l$ r( D8 t* ?! u
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- k6 y/ ]9 V% @" [- BAnd now, the end is near;
/ T5 v( f& ?! j$ p& p! K: W$ [And so I face the final curtain.
% F+ W+ ^( K* Y% ^2 [& BMy friend, I'll say it clear,
! X9 g; Z2 N" R$ ?* MI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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% }, ?) X! u5 ^  ?" |+ UI've lived a life that's full.
4 R; J, C8 g" G! N9 n3 gI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
7 ?* X/ ^7 y( `9 NBut more, much more than this," P" ^" M; {& w
I did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;; t7 S; h: ?0 Y7 h
But then again, too few to mention.) k9 x  ]) F" p9 y/ B6 E* v3 h
I did what I had to do3 z3 ^2 P3 k0 |  w0 s9 H3 o# }5 {
And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;) r1 {$ T# N, M0 a: q& ^. [3 j
Each careful step along the byway,/ L/ H. _! j1 l0 {
But more, much more than this,! n3 E, k: ]2 D$ }
I did it my way.9 v. [# ^6 P& S, u
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
- Q5 Y' q# ~! s& v9 `' Y6 TWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
, |% n$ `) T% RBut through it all, when there was doubt,
3 E/ C( ^# A4 E; `1 x0 pI ate it up and spit it out., y# _* ]. N8 t$ j6 @
I faced it all and I stood tall;1 M  [! i9 r! z% ?
And did it my way.* q- `2 m5 G7 R: S

" y9 G% q, ]0 W7 M' E8 c! rI've loved, I've laughed and cried.1 ]5 \" j0 T6 \- Z% C
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
$ r: b7 a6 D( W3 gAnd now, as tears subside,
) g8 n+ ?1 s$ H( t$ `; V5 }, k2 k+ {I find it all so amusing.
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To think I did all that;
3 `7 `0 ]7 F: l* R, l+ J2 x  dAnd may I say - not in a shy way,$ w: W6 u) G6 D* i& L% `: ^
'No, oh no not me,
$ y) n) M/ l3 pI did it my way'./ q$ S, f" C, {. N5 J

  w+ E( M/ O  R( u5 c  u% LFor what is a man, what has he got?
9 I% K% D! l7 z) v3 e( dIf not himself, then he has naught.* i) z6 H+ X& Y+ I
To say the things he truly feels;
( v, c3 f6 @3 Q- j3 X. t! y* ^; hAnd not the words of one who kneels.
# s! m) t$ }; b) p; GThe record shows I took the blows -
6 j" w/ p+ z( A3 Y6 D9 IAnd did it my way!