And now, the end is coming near
And I′m about to reach the final curtain
All of my friends, let me make it real clear
I'm staking my claim of which I′m trying to be certain
I've lived, I've loved, I′ve lost
And I′ve traveled the Lord only knows
How many, many, many, many highways

Oh, so much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets, regrets, I've had a few
But about regrets, I just won′t mention
I did exactly what I thought I should do
Stood right there and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway

More, so much more than this
I did it my way

What is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has not
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
Oh, let the record show
Let it show you took some blows
And did it your way

Oh, tell me what is a man?
Oh, hear me now, what has he got?
If he don't have himself
Then let me leave you with it, he has not
Any time he cannot say the things
That he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
Oh, don′t bow down, let the record show
Let it show you took some blows
And did it your way

Oh yeah

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