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Sympathy For The Devil 
Medium
by Guns N' Roses
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allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been for long, long year
Stolen many a man's soul and faith
I was around when had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I 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, a general's rank
the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank
to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
I with your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the 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
you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the of my game
Please to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As heads is just me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, some courtesy
Have some 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 for long, long year
Stolen many a man's soul and faith
I was around when had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I 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, a general's rank
the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank
to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
I with your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the 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
you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the of my game
Please to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As heads is just me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, some courtesy
Have some and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
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