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