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The final curtain
Frank Sinatra made his performance of this song a legend,
´cos he sang it with his unique voice.
Robbie Williams was one of the few, who sang this with his whole soul..
(...)
I've lived, lived a life that's full
Travelled each and every highway
And more, 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
I saw it through without exemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the by-way
And more, more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times
I guess you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But with it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up then spit it out
I grew tall through it all
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
No, no not me
I did it my way
For what is a woman, what has she got?
If not herself, then she has naught
To say the things she truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
The final curtain
Frank Sinatra made his performance of this song a legend,
´cos he sang it with his unique voice.
Robbie Williams was one of the few, who sang this with his whole soul..
(...)
I've lived, lived a life that's full
Travelled each and every highway
And more, 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
I saw it through without exemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the by-way
And more, more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times
I guess you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But with it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up then spit it out
I grew tall through it all
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
No, no not me
I did it my way
For what is a woman, what has she got?
If not herself, then she has naught
To say the things she truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way