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