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And now the end is near |
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And so I face the final curtain you cunt, I'm not a queer |
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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 and each and every highway |
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And that, much more than this I did it my way |
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Regrets, I've had a few |
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But then again, too few to mention |
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I did, what I have to do |
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I saw it through with out condemption |
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I planned each chartered course |
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Each careful step along the highway |
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And more, much more than this |
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I did it my way |
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There were times, I'm sure you knew |
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When there was fuck fuck fuck all else to do |
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But through it all, when there was doubt |
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I shot it up or kicked it out I faced the wall and the world |
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And did it my way |
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I've laughed and been a snake |
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I've had my fill, my share of living |
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And now, the tears subside I find it all so amusing |
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To think, I killed a cat and may I say, not in a gay way |
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Oh no, no not me I did it my way |
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For what is a brat, what has he got |
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When he wears hats and he cannot |
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Say the things he truly feels |
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But only the words, of one who kneels |
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The record shows, I've took my blows |
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And did it my way |
