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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 wealth and taste
I've been around for long, year
Stolen many a man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had
His moment of and pain
I sore that Pilate
Washed his and sealed his fate
Please 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 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 kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the Gods they made
I out "who killed 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 you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling 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 just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, some courtesy
Have some sympathy and taste
Use all 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, year
Stolen many a man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had
His moment of and pain
I sore that Pilate
Washed his and sealed his fate
Please 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 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 kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the Gods they made
I out "who killed 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 you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling 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 just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, some courtesy
Have some sympathy and taste
Use all well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
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