Disease of Conceit Bob Dylan
There's a [C]whole lot of people [C/E]suffering tonight
from the dis[F]ease of conceit[C/E] [F]
Whole lot of people [D/F#]struggling tonight
from the [F/G]disease of conceit
[Am]Comes right down the [C/G]highway [F]straight down the [C]line
[Am]Rips into your [C/G]senses through your [F]body and your [C]mind
Nothing a[D/F#]bout it that's [C/G]sweet
The [F/G]disease of con[C]ceit.
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 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
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.
Con[Am]ceit is a [C/G]disease
that the [F]doctors got no [C]cure
[Am]They've done a lot of [C/G]research on it
but what it [D/F#]is they're still not [F/G]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 you delusions of grandeur and evil eye
Give you the idea that you're too good to die
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit.
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem - dylanchords.info
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