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Sympathy For The Devil Medium
by Guns N' Roses
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Please allow me to myself
I'm a man of and taste
I've been for long, year
Stolen many a man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had
His of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
his hands and his fate
to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
I saw it was time for a change
I killed the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I a tank, held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg and the stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee your kings and queens
for ten decades for the Gods made
I shouted out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When all it was you and me
So let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of and taste
And I lay for troubadours
Who get killed before they reach Bombay
to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet 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 of some restraint
So if you meet me, have courtesy
Have some sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay soul to waste
...
I'm a man of and taste
I've been for long, year
Stolen many a man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had
His of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
his hands and his fate
to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
I saw it was time for a change
I killed the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I a tank, held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg and the stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee your kings and queens
for ten decades for the Gods made
I shouted out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When all it was you and me
So let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of and taste
And I lay for troubadours
Who get killed before they reach Bombay
to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet 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 of some restraint
So if you meet me, have courtesy
Have some sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay soul to waste
...
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