| I’ve lived a life that’s full
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| 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
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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 exception
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| I planned each charted course
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| Each careful step along the byway
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| Oh, 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 know
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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 fails, 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, 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 not
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| To say the words he truly feels
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| And not the words he would reveal
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| The record shows I took the blows
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| And did it my way
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| The record shows I took the blows
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| And did it my way |