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letra de old school - cole cyphert & golds seven

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[chorus: golds seven]
on sunlit mornings
the bell’s chime reverberates
a silent protest in my chest
as i slip through the back gates
trading knowledge for laughter
for the thrill of uncharted streets
the scent of freedom in the air

[post-chorus: cole cyphert & golds seven]
in the distance, math equations
float like autumn leaves
old haunts call my name
the rusted swing swaying
where dreams stretched like shadows
and time stood still, unyielding
i remember the taste of stolеn soda

[verse 1: cole cyphert]
beneath the wеight of the morning sun
we slipped through the cracks of our grey-walled school
where the echoes of teachers grew faint
their voices swallowed by the rustle of skipping feet
the world outside, a canvas of blue
was calling like a siren
the thrill of freedom
[chorus: golds seven]
on sunlit mornings
the bells’ chime reverberates
a silent protest in my chest
as i slip through the back gates
trading knowledge for laughter
for the thrill of uncharted streets
the scent of freedom in the air

[post-chorus: cole cyphert & golds seven]
in the distance, math equations
float like autumn leaves
old haunts call my name
the rusted swing swaying
where dreams stretched like shadows
and time stood still, unyielding
i remember the taste of stolen soda

[verse 2: golds seven]
in the quiet corners of my mind
forgotten dreams lie tangled
their whispers, soft and low
like autumn leaves brushing the ground
each crinkle a memory, a lost laughter
i wander through the halls of time
each step a melancholic reminder
of the summer days that bloomed
with golden light
[chorus: golds seven]
on sunlit mornings
the bells’ chime reverberates
a silent protest in my chest
as i slip through the back gates
trading knowledge for laughter
for the thrill of uncharted streets
the scent of freedom in the air

[post-chorus: cole cyphert & golds seven]
in the distance, math equations
float like autumn leaves
old haunts call my name
the rusted swing swaying
where dreams stretched like shadows
and time stood still, unyielding
i remember the taste of stolen soda

[outro]
-grass footsteps-
-faint car sounds-

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