And now the end is coming near
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
More, 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
And 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 oh
Let the record show, let it show you took some blows
And did it your way
Ah, 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
Anytime he cannot say the things that he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
So let him find out
Let the record show, let it show you took some blows
And did it your way, oh your way
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