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One-hundred-fifty pounds of used to be

Crying 'bout how good it is to be free

Talking like a wannabe

I got my drugs today

And I'm getting better they say

Yeah

Sliding like I'm on ice

Cold like steel, sharp like knives

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

I got my drugs today

They say I'm getting better

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

Taxes, bills, P.M.S.,

Dentist drills and driver's tests

All keep me from being my absolute best

But I got my drugs today

I'm getting better they say

They say I'm getting better

Backwards, sideways, upside down

Got my smile turned into a frown

Like I'm spinning 'round and 'round

I got my drugs today

I'm getting better

Getting better they say

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

Anyway, I got my drugs today

I'm getting better

Getting better

Getting better

Getting better they say

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