| And now, the end is near; And so I face the final curtain. My friend, I�ll say it clear, I�ll state my case, of which I�m certain. I�ve lived a life that�s full. I�ve traveled each and ev�ry highway; But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, I�ve had a few; But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course; Each careful step along the byway, But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, I�m sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall; And did it my way. I�ve loved, I�ve laughed and cried. I�ve had my fill; my share of losing. And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that; And may I say - not in a shy way, "No, oh no not me, I did it my way". For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way |
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| Frank Sinatra |
| My Way |
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