One-hundred-fifty pounds of used to be

Crying 'bout how good it is to be free

Talking like a wannabe

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I got my drugs today

And I'm getting better they say

Yeah

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Sliding like I'm on ice

Cold like steel, sharp like knives

Don't say it again, I've already heard it twice

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I got my drugs today

They say I'm getting better

All I wanna hear is they say I'm getting better

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Taxes, bills, P.M.S.,

Dentist drills and driver's tests

All keep me from being my absolute best

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But I got my drugs today

I'm getting better they say

They say I'm getting better

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Backwards, sideways, upside down

Got my smile turned into a frown

Like I'm spinning 'round and 'round

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I got my drugs today

I'm getting better

Getting better they say

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But I still get this indescribable feeling

That I keep sliding backwards

Tell me, can you hear it?  Am I sliding?

 

Oh man, I hope I'm not sliding backwards

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Anyway, I got my drugs today

I'm getting better

Getting better

Getting better

Getting better they say

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