from: sinatra – to: socrates

MY WAY

[post inspirado neste post do portugal profundo e no caso Freeport]

 

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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