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Two Voices on My Shoulders

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V6-MINI

[Intro] [Driving Synth Bassline] [Syncopated Handclaps] [Four-on-the-Floor Kick] [Verse 1] Two voices on my shoulders at midnight One says "walk away," one says "hold tight" Bad one grins like he knows my address Good one stays calm with a hand on my chest They both talk loud when the room gets thin Like they paid rent and they’re moving in [Pre-Chorus] [Bassline Rips] [Building Snare Roll] I try to keep my footing on the kitchen tile One says "go too far," one says "wait a while" Yeah, my head keeps turning into a tug-of-war... [Chorus] [Full Energy Dance Drop] [Explosive Synth Lead] Now I’m caught between the devil and the decent man One keeps pulling, one keeps making plans Bad on my left, good on my right Both got their hands on the wheel tonight I don’t get to sleep till they let me go Two voices on my shoulders, fighting for my soul [Verse 2] [Punchy Electro Drums] [Clean Rhythm Guitar] Bad one loves a shortcut, loves the cheap thrill Leaves a mess on the counter and a hole I can’t fill Good one folds the laundry, turns the porch light on Picks up the pieces when the worst part’s gone They know my habits, know my name Same old body, different games [Pre-Chorus] [Handclaps] [Building Snare] I try to keep my face on, keep my words straight One says "take the hit," one says "it’s not too late" Yeah, my head keeps turning into a tug-of-war! [Chorus] [Full Energy Dance Drop] [Falsetto Ad-libs] Now I’m caught between the devil and the decent man One keeps pulling, one keeps making plans Bad on my left, good on my right Both got their hands on the wheel tonight I don’t get to sleep till they let me go Two voices on my shoulders, fighting for my soul [Bridge] [Strip Back to Sub-Bass and Kick Drum] If the room goes quiet, I can hear them breathe One wants the damage, one wants me to leave I’m not a saint, I’m not a lost cause Just a crowded head with a couple of flaws [Chorus] Now I’m caught between the devil and the decent man One keeps pulling, one keeps making plans Bad on my left, good on my right Both got their hands on the wheel tonight I don’t get to sleep till they let me go Two voices on my shoulders, fighting for my soul (Oh-oh-oh)