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Capo
1st Fret
C
There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight
F
C F
From the disease of conceit.
D/F#
Whole lot of people struggling tonight
F/G
From the disease of conceit.
Am
C
F
C
Comes right down the highway, straight down the line,
Am
C/G
F
C
Rips into your senses through your body and your mind.
D/F#
C/G
Nothing about it that's sweet,
F/G C
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 into 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.
Am C/G
Conceit is a disease
F
C
That the doctors got no cure
Am
C/G
They've done a lot of research on it
D/F#
F/G
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 the idea that you're too good to die,
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit.
Copyright © 1989 Special Rider Music
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