| And now, the end is near
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| And so I face the final curtain
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| My friends, I’ll state it clear
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| This is my case, of which I’m certain
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| I’ve lived a life that’s full
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| I’ve traveled each and every highway
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| But 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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| And just to think I did all that
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| And may I add — not in a shy way
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| Oh no, no no, not me
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| I did it my way
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| For what are we are, what have we got
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| If not oureselves, then we have naught
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| To say the things we truly feel
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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’ve loved, I’ve laughed and I’ve 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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| I’ve lived a life that’s full
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| I’ve traveled each and every highway
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| But more, much more than this
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| I did it my way
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| Tell me what is a man and 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 |