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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 and taste
I've been around for long, long year
a man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his hands 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
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 raged and the bodies stank
Please to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee while kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "who 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 Bombay
Please to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have courtesy
some sympathy and some taste
Use all 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
a man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his hands 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
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 raged and the bodies stank
Please to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee while kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "who 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 Bombay
Please to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have courtesy
some sympathy and some taste
Use all well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
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