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Sympathy For The Devil 
Medium
de Guns N' Roses
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Please me to introduce myself
I'm a man of and taste
I've been for long, year
Stolen a man's soul and faith
I was when Jesus Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made sore Pilate
his hands and 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
When I saw it was time for a change
I the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I a tank, held a general's rank
When the and the bodies stank
Please 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 for the Gods made
I shouted out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When all it was you and me
So let me myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours
Who get killed before reach Bombay
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling 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
as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners 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 some 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 for long, year
Stolen a man's soul and faith
I was when Jesus Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made sore Pilate
his hands and 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
When I saw it was time for a change
I the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I a tank, held a general's rank
When the and the bodies stank
Please 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 for the Gods made
I shouted out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When all it was you and me
So let me myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours
Who get killed before reach Bombay
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling 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
as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners 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 some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
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