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,
         "No, oh no not me,
         I did it my way".

        For what is a man, what has he got?
         If not himself, then he has naught.
         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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