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Sympathy For The Devil 
Medium
by Guns N' Roses
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me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for long, year
many a man's soul and faith
I was around when Christ had
His of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Please to you
Hope you my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, held a general's rank
the Blitzkrieg raged and the stank
to meet you
you guess my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
I watched with glee your kings and queens
for ten decades 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 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 puzzling you
Is the of my game
Please to 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 saints
As heads is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
some sympathy and some 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, year
many a man's soul and faith
I was around when Christ had
His of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Please to you
Hope you my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, held a general's rank
the Blitzkrieg raged and the stank
to meet you
you guess my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
I watched with glee your kings and queens
for ten decades 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 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 puzzling you
Is the of my game
Please to 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 saints
As heads is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
some sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay soul to waste
...
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