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{intricate acoustic guitar strumming with soft shimmering synth washes}
Tara set the compass and the needles aligned,
Leaving all the static and the echoes behind.
Quinn took the wheel with a fierce steady hand,
Guiding the crew through this digital land!
No outside whispers can enter this space,
Just pure sovereign truth and absolute grace.
Staring right down at the hyper-pink street,
Finding the rhythm where our heartbeats meet!
We want transcendence, we want the divine,
Holding the future, the stars,
and the sign.
God, there's gotta be something better to find,
As we leave all the noise and the titles behind.
Tara, Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew!
We made a world where the future is true!
Hell, hell, hell, hell...
Don't you want to be more than this sand?
Holding the power right here in our hand!
From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,
This is the hyper-alive rhythm called Tiguidou!
No one gets lost and no one gets caught,
Living the truth that we bravely have sought.
(Un, deux, trois, quatre — feel the cellular temperature rise!) Looking right
into the future with stardust inside of our eyes!
(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every nerve ending sparkling bright!) We are
the architects bathing the world in a hyper-pink light!
Absolute feminist sovereignty. Absolute internal magic.
Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.
{acoustic guitar strum meets warm sub pulse}
{tiguidou seal lock with final guitar
strum
and sub pulse fade}