(Frank Sinatra, arranged by Shane MacGowan)
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And now the end is near, 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, I travelled each and every highway,
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And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
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Regrets I have a few, but then again, too few to mention,
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I did what I had to do, and saw it thru' without exception,
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I planned each chartered course,
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Each careful step along the by-way.
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And more, much more than this, 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 thru' 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, I've laughed and cried, I've had my fill,
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My share of losing, 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, and may I say, not in a shy way
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Oh, no, oh no not me, 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 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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Shane MacGowan & The Popes |