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Lyrics for 'Disease Of Conceit' by 'Bob Dylan'
There's A Whole Lot Of People Suffering Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit
There's A Whole Lot Of People Struggling Tonight With The Disease Of Conceit
Comes Right Down The Highway, Straight Down The Line
Rips Into Your Senses, Through Your Body And Your Mind
Nothing About It That's Sweet
The Disease Of Conceit
There's A Whole Lot Of Hearts Breaking Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit
There's A Whole Lot Of Hearts Shaking Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit
Steps Into Your Room, Eats Into Your Soul
Over Your Senses You Have No Control
Ain't Nothing Too Discreet
About The Disease Of Conceit
There's A Whole Lot Of People Dying Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit
There's A Whole Lot Of People Crying Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit
Comes Right Outta Nowhere And You're Down For The Count
From The Outside World The Pressure Will Mount
Turn You Into A Piece Of Meat
The Disease Of Conceit
Conceit Is A Disease But The Doctors Got No Cure
They Done A Lot Of Research On It But What It Is They're Still Not Sure
There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit
There's A Whole Lot Of People Seein' Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit
If Your Delusions Of Grandeur And An Evil Eye
Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die
Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet
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