Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan - Disease of conceit songtekst

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There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Whole lot of people struggling tonight
From 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.
Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Steps into your room,
Eats your soul,
Over your senses
You have no control.
Ain't nothing too discreet
About of disease of conceit.

There's a whole lot of people dying tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Whole lot of people crying tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Comes right out of 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
That the doctors got no cure
They've 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.
Whole lot of people seeing double tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Give ya delusions of grandeur
And a evil eye,
Give you idea that
You're too good to die,
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit.
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Componist: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc

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Uitgegeven in: 1989

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Oh Mercy (1989)

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