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