And now, the end is near;
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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.
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I've traveled each and ev'ry 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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But 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,
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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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My Way
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| Matt Dusk |
