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Sympathy For The Devil 
Medium
by Guns N' Roses
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me to myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've around for long, long year
Stolen many a man's and faith
I was around Jesus Christ had
His moment of and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed 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 around 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
When the raged and the bodies stank
to meet you
you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with while your kings and queens
Fought for ten for the Gods they made
I shouted out "who killed 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 before Bombay
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Please to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
Just as cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of restraint
So if you meet me, have courtesy
Have some 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 around for long, long year
Stolen many a man's and faith
I was around Jesus Christ had
His moment of and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed 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 around 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
When the raged and the bodies stank
to meet you
you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with while your kings and queens
Fought for ten for the Gods they made
I shouted out "who killed 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 before Bombay
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Please to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
Just as cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of restraint
So if you meet me, have courtesy
Have some sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
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