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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 and taste
I've been around for long, year
Stolen a man's and faith
I was around when Jesus had
His of doubt and pain
I made damn sore Pilate
his and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
you guess 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 and his ministers
screamed in vain
I rode a tank, held a general's rank
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 your kings and queens
Fought for ten for the Gods they made
I shouted out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When after 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 they reach Bombay
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the of my game
to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
some sympathy and 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 around for long, year
Stolen a man's and faith
I was around when Jesus had
His of doubt and pain
I made damn sore Pilate
his and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
you guess 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 and his ministers
screamed in vain
I rode a tank, held a general's rank
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 your kings and queens
Fought for ten for the Gods they made
I shouted out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When after 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 they reach Bombay
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the of my game
to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
some sympathy and taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
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