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  • Bubblegum Revolt

    Bubblegum Revolt

    Ghost in the pink

    {sparkling synth arpeggios building over bouncy trap percussion and deep

    sub-bass rumble}

    C'est la vie, dans la nuit,

    walking down the boulevard,

    Got my purple hat on,

    looking like a total guard.

    You thought you could play me like a little arcade game,

    Now you're just a footnote that I can't even name.

    Writing songs in the kitchen,

    stacking paperbacks high, While I flip my hair and I roll my

    eyes. Too smart for your drama,

    too loud for your rules,

    We left you behind in the wreckage of fools.

    {grinding distorted bassline} Oh,

    you're crying 'cause I'm leaving?

    That's so cute, babe!

    Got a brand new attitude and a fresh suit,

    babe. Swear you're so complex,

    but you're basic as tea,

    Pour it out on the pavement while you're looking at me!

    {sugary sweet with bite} Welcome to the neon circus where the girls

    take the crown! We're loud,

    we're proud, and we're burning this town.

    C'est magnifique, c'est la fin du jeu,

    We do what we want and we answer to no.

    From the back of the club to the endless blue,

    We rule the whole world in the name of Tiguidou!

    Yeah, we bite back hard when you cross the line,

    C'est fantastique, and fuck it,

    we're fine! {stadium explosion} Driving down the highway with my Sketchers on

    the floor, Never gonna knock on your pathetic little door.

    You said I was dramatic,

    yeah, you called me insane,

    Well, look who's dancing in the middle of the rain!

    Got my girls by my side and my lipstick on straight,

    While you're sitting at home sliding down to your fate.

    On est ensemble, we don't need your permission,

    Executing the plan with absolute precision.

    {rapid-fire confession} Paris to LA,

    we run the whole grid,

    Doing everything you said that we never could did!

    (Un, deux, trois, quatre—watch the glass shatter!) Nothing that you said ever

    really did matter! (Cinq,

    six, sept, huit—look at us rise!) With the neon fire right in

    our eyes!

    {hyper-glitter breakdown with soaring guitars}

    C'est la vie, c'est fini,

    baby, adieu. Captain Tara Quinn and the crew.

    {glitter guitar crash and pink fade out}

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