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Keeping it real when the static gets loud,
Standing right here without hiding in a crowd.
No rehearsed lines and no plastic veneer,
Just the sound of a voice ringing sharp and clear!
Tara maps the terrain,
Quinn clears the line,
We're building something messy and wonderfully divine.
Fresh off the press and still warm to the touch,
Never apologizing for feeling too much!
Evolution is messy, it's jagged and raw,
Writing our future without asking for law.
Feel the temperature rising right under the skin,
That's just the sound of the new day beginning!
Keep it fresh, keep it real,
keep it moving ahead!
We're bringing the truth to the words that we said!
From the rough-around-the-edges to the electric-soft blue,
This is the hyper-alive rhythm
called Tiguidou!
We don't look back at the dust on the floor,
We're kicking right open a brand-new door.
(Un, deux, trois, quatre — feel the cellular temperature rise!) Looking right
into the future with fire in 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 living evolution.
Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.