| And now, the end is near
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| And so i face the final curtain
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| My frieend, I’ll say it clear
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| I’ll state my case, of wich I’m certain
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| I’ve lived a life that’s full
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| I’ve travelled 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
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| But then again, too few to mention
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| I did what i had to do
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| And saw it through without exemption
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| I planned each charted course
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| Each careful step along the byway
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| And more, much more than this
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| I did 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 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
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| I find it all so amusing
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| To think I did all that
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| 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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| (Grazie a Camille Lequeux per questo testo) |