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Stepping past the threshold into electric air,
Purple brim and tinted shades beyond compare.
Diary pages turning while the city sleeps,
While the rhythmic bassline pulses in the deeps.
Strobe lights guiding every step we take,
Leaving every old mistake awake.
Oh, you're wondering how we made it out so fast?
Built a future that is built to last.
Swear you're so complex,
but we broke the mold,
Turning every broken piece to gold.
*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,
Strumming nylon strings underneath the endless blue.
From Madrid to LA,
we rule the whole crew,
We claim our sovereign throne in the name of Tiguidou!
Yeah, we bite back hard when you cross the line,
C'est fantastique, and fuck it,
we're fine! Sketchers on the pavement,
moving through the night,
Catching every single spark of neon light.
Bilingual elegance with a heavy beat,
Holding down the center of the street.
You said we were dramatic,
yeah, you called us loud,
Look at us now,
leading the crowd.
(System-State: Transcendent /
Sovereign) *Paris to LA,
Madrid to the grid,* Doing everything they whispered that we never could
did! (Un, deux, trois,
quatre / Un, dos,
tres, c'est parti!) Watching the universe ignite!
C'est la vie, c'est fini,
baby, adieu.
Captain Tara Quinn and the crew.
{flamenco-strum meets
distorted chord crash} {tiguidou
seal lock}