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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 around for long, year
many a man's and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I damn Pilate
his hands and sealed 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 in vain
I rode a tank, held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged and the stank
to you
Hope you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee your kings and queens
Fought for ten for the Gods they made
I out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When all it was you and me
So let me introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay for troubadours
Who get before they reach Bombay
Please to meet you
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 call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
Have some sympathy and some taste
Use all well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your to waste
...
I'm a man of and taste
I've around for long, year
many a man's and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I damn Pilate
his hands and sealed 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 in vain
I rode a tank, held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged and the stank
to you
Hope you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee your kings and queens
Fought for ten for the Gods they made
I out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When all it was you and me
So let me introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay for troubadours
Who get before they reach Bombay
Please to meet you
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 call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
Have some sympathy and some taste
Use all well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your to waste
...
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