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Sympathy For The Devil 
Medium
by Guns N' Roses
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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 around when Jesus Christ had
His moment of and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
his and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
When I saw it was for a change
I the and his ministers
screamed in vain
I rode a tank, a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank
Please to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the they made
I out "who killed the Kennedys?"
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 before they reach Bombay
Please to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
sympathy and taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your 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 around when Jesus Christ had
His moment of and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
his and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
When I saw it was for a change
I the and his ministers
screamed in vain
I rode a tank, a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank
Please to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the they made
I out "who killed the Kennedys?"
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 before they reach Bombay
Please to you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
sympathy and taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your to waste
...
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