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Sympathy For The Devil 
Medium
by 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 had
His of doubt and pain
I that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg and the bodies stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the of my game
I watched with your kings and queens
Fought for ten for the they made
I shouted out "who the Kennedys?"
after all it was you and me
So let me introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours
Who get killed reach Bombay
Please to meet you
you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails just me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
Have some and taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay 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 had
His of doubt and pain
I that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg and the bodies stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the of my game
I watched with your kings and queens
Fought for ten for the they made
I shouted out "who the Kennedys?"
after all it was you and me
So let me introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours
Who get killed reach Bombay
Please to meet you
you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails just me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
Have some and taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay soul to waste
...
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