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