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Sympathy For The Devil 
Medium
de Guns N' Roses
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Please allow me to myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for long, long year
Stolen a man's soul and faith
I was Jesus Christ had
His of doubt and pain
I made damn sore Pilate
Washed his and sealed his fate
Please to you
Hope you 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 killed the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged and the stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee while your kings and queens
for ten decades for the 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 for troubadours
Who get killed before they Bombay
Please to meet you
you my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet you
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 me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have courtesy
Have sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for long, long year
Stolen a man's soul and faith
I was Jesus Christ had
His of doubt and pain
I made damn sore Pilate
Washed his and sealed his fate
Please to you
Hope you 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 killed the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged and the stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee while your kings and queens
for ten decades for the 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 for troubadours
Who get killed before they Bombay
Please to meet you
you my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet you
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 me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have courtesy
Have sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
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