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Sympathy For The Devil 
Medium
de Guns N' Roses
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allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for long, long year
many a man's soul and faith
I was around Jesus Christ had
His moment of and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I while your and queens
for ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "who the Kennedys?"
When after all it was you and me
So let me please myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours
Who get killed they Bombay
to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the of my game
Please to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As heads is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, some courtesy
Have sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for long, long year
many a man's soul and faith
I was around Jesus Christ had
His moment of and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I while your and queens
for ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "who the Kennedys?"
When after all it was you and me
So let me please myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours
Who get killed they Bombay
to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the of my game
Please to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As heads is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, some courtesy
Have sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
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