今夜有很多很多人难受
出自虚荣的病
今夜很多很多人抗挣
出自虚荣的病
从高速公路下来
直下的路径
切入你的感觉
通过你的身心
没什么甜蜜
虚荣的病
今夜有很多很多心破碎
出自虚荣的病
今夜很多很多心颤抖
出自虚荣的病
步入你的房间
吃你的魂灵
在你感觉之上
你无法管禁
没什么太谨慎
关于虚荣的病
今夜有很多很多人垂死
出自虚荣的病
今晚很多很多人痛哭
出自虚荣的病
突然冒了出来
而你山穷水尽
来自外部世界
压力会冒顶
把你变成肉块
虚荣的病
虚荣是个病
医生治疗不行
他们对此做了大量研究
但究竟如何，他们仍不确定
今夜有很多很多人困扰
出自虚荣的病
今夜很多很多人眼花
出自虚荣的病
给你宏伟幻想
和恶魔眼睛
给你这个想法
你好得死神不临
然后他们埋你从头到脚
出自虚荣的病
Disease of Conceit
By Bob Dylan
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 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
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 the 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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