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{Bit-crushed arpeggiated synth melody mixed with distorted pop-punk guitar chords} Transmission update:
Crew approved, advancing. Lead us,
Quinn. Tiguidou.
C'est la vie, dans la nuit,
walking down the boulevard,
Fresh arugula crunch while the afternoon gets hard.
Tomatoes in the basket,
slicing up the summer red,
Reading heavy pages that we had to leave unread.
Strobe lights flashing on the kinetic dance floor,
Leaving all our baggage right outside the locked door.
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!
Welcome to the vivid 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,
running from the past,
Knowing damn well that this manic summer won't last.
Bilingual elegance mixed with heavy noise,
Making all the rules for the girls and the boys.
You said I was dramatic,
yeah, you called me insane,
Well, look who's dancing in the middle of the rain!
(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.
{Chiptune glitch-out meets heavy pop-punk chord crash,
synth pads fading out
into
absolute static}