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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
+ R& Q5 l4 `  ]) V, J; N( m& ?Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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* q" E& f$ [* g4 p3 D$ yAnd now, the end is near;
9 }; p+ M/ g: F. l: SAnd so I face the final curtain.
- y3 v# I% t9 h1 z) g+ D* hMy friend, I'll say it clear,6 k2 I' u- |/ }- ?4 ?, A
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.' T- [8 U8 Q1 H
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I've lived a life that's full.
) ~* i: r8 D6 t+ `) j  k; S& ]I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
& H, h' m  O. S/ MBut more, much more than this,
! N6 i( f5 ~" |0 N# v& ?) G  YI did it my way.
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4 W' b1 \, r! d$ E: A# C. I" m8 ZRegrets, I've had a few;  k: f7 `6 b* N
But then again, too few to mention.
) l% ^( N; R: `  kI did what I had to do! k2 u$ P! t2 P
And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;* `) y8 x" Q$ w6 E! k6 v1 r  @
Each careful step along the byway,$ D- G/ p: j2 ^: k) P
But more, much more than this,
# t- z2 K3 H; ~I did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew* ]( B4 ?" H, V7 x: W
When I bit off more than I could chew.: c. x% e+ |) y% F: o- n8 V
But through it all, when there was doubt,
" Q; Y  ?, _: DI ate it up and spit it out.6 T% d4 W: q: p, g: V
I faced it all and I stood tall;
! `  F3 q8 u, {- `' v- `. F; TAnd did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
' Z. }  p" R& ]6 c2 p7 l6 T; b! gI've had my fill; my share of losing.# Z+ |5 _9 J" q1 i8 I0 ?+ u' l
And now, as tears subside,
7 r* z# Z; x; J7 s9 C8 `) GI find it all so amusing.
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# q6 G5 n* a* u' lTo think I did all that;- S4 C" P) p& E0 ]
And may I say - not in a shy way,
/ B5 I5 U8 {, h4 ~" f7 f'No, oh no not me,( q, W0 U- ?; w6 F9 o- S
I did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?9 z$ c; y! t$ c3 |0 B# |5 d
If not himself, then he has naught.
% @9 ]0 d4 a* i, x: [( gTo say the things he truly feels;
: C; K) y0 Y# S8 o1 p& b, RAnd not the words of one who kneels.
0 ~. b0 ]) X+ kThe record shows I took the blows -
3 E5 {/ R7 K) g& |: [6 X3 ?And did it my way!