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{Captain Quinn’s smooth, whispering vocals over a smoky,
live-session saxophone groove and a crisp snap} Amara vara mara vara.
Command harmonics engaged.
Quinn at the helm.
The crew is locked,
the rules are set,
and nobody's watching. Execute.
Lipgloss sparkling while we drop the societal line,
Laughing at the boxes where they try to make us shine.
Who would you be if there was no one keeping score?
Throwing off the templates that we don't believe in more.
Inside the pink room it's freezing for safety's sweet sake,
While outside on our private land,
the rules begin to break!
{A sultry, smooth bassline drops in beneath bubbly,
high-gloss synth chords} Your taste,
your weight, your clothes—they're just a phantom game,
Everybody's self-obsessed and won't remember your name!
'Cause nobody really cares!
Crash the car and tear the page,
Step outside the safety
of the engineered cage.
Cut your hair off,
break the mold, throw your phone right in the sea,
Living out the Tiguidou philosophy!
With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,
And Joan reminding us
that divine chaos wins the race :) Rule number one: keep your
standards pristine,
While looking like the cutest disaster ever seen.
Catch a flight to San Francisco,
start a wild commotion,
Take your clothes off in the rain and watch it feed the
ocean. We left the ancient forest for a chic roof overhead,
Now we own our private property and laugh at what they said.
{Instruments drop to absolute silence except for a smooth,
smoky sax lick and close-mic vocals} Talk is cheap and it's okay
to be a little scared,
When you realize the whole wide world is acting unprepared.
{A massive, stadium-sized wave of distorted guitars and heavy sub-bass explodes} We
hold our sparkly silver swords up high and let the freedom ring...
{Glittering pop-synth leads and smoky neo-soul
saxophone colliding with heavy
emo-trap guitar
riffs} 'Cause nobody really cares!
Crash the car and tear the page,
Step outside the safety of the engineered cage.
Cut your hair off,
break the mold, throw your phone right in the sea,
Living out the Tiguidou philosophy!
With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,
And Joan reminding us
that divine chaos wins the race :) {Music filtering out into a
smoky, smooth saxophone tail and a clean digital click} Amara vara mara
vara... Tiguidou. Captain Quinn and the crew leading the way forward.
{Final fading chord dissolving into stylish,
care-free silence}