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