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 traveled ewach and every highway.
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And more, 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 had to do.
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I saw it through without exemption.
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I plan each charted course,
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Each careful step along the byway.
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And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
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Yes there were times,
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I'm sure you knew,
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When I bit off
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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 and did it my way.
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I've loved,
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I've laughed and cried.
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I 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 sly way.
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Oh no, oh no not me, I did it my way.
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Oh what is a man?
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What has he got?
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If not himself, then he has not.
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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 and did it my way.
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My Way
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Violent Femmes |