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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, 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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but then again too few to mention. |
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and saw it through, without exemption. |
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I planned each charted course 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, 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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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, and may I say, "Not in a shy way", |
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Oh no 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, |
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