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My Way
Roberto Justus
And now
The end is near
And so I face
The final curtain
My friend
I'll say it clear
I'll state my case
Of which I'm certain
I've lived a life
That's full
I traveled each
And every highway
And more
Much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets
I've had a few
But then again
Too few to mention
I did
What I had to do
And saw it through
Without exemption
I've planned
Each charted course
Each careful step
Along the byway
And more
Much more than this
I did it my way
Yes there were times
I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more
Than I could chew
But through it all
When there was doubt
I ate it up
And spit it out
I faced it all
And I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved
I've laughed
And cried
I've had my fill
My share of losing
And now
As tears subside
I find it all
So amusing
To think
I did all that
And may I say
Not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no
Not me
I did it my way
For what is a man
What has he got?
If not himself
Than he has naugth
To say the things
He truly feels
And not the words
Of one who kneels
The record shows
I took the blows
And did it my way
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