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