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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 Jesus Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I around St.Petersburg
I saw it was time for a change
I killed the tzar and his ministers
in vain
I a tank, a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged and the stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I glee kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the 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 and taste
And I lay for troubadours
Who get killed before reach Bombay
to you
Hope you my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
Please to meet you
you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As is just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you me, have some courtesy
Have some sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay 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 Jesus Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I around St.Petersburg
I saw it was time for a change
I killed the tzar and his ministers
in vain
I a tank, a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged and the stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I glee kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the 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 and taste
And I lay for troubadours
Who get killed before reach Bombay
to you
Hope you my name
But what's you
Is the of my game
Please to meet you
you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As is just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you me, have some courtesy
Have some sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay to waste
...
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