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Centinela 
Hard
by Nortec Collective Presents: Bostich + Fussible
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The story starts, it was a late November night
She had a flower in her hair, he had his uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, like nothing else was wrong
She by him with her face as pale as dawn
He looked into her eyes and saw nothing there
He said, "excuse me señorita, but I don't believe we've had the pleasure"
She said "of course you know me, I'm every year,
but don't you get to close when I'm my dear"
He thought, "how can I not in with that,
a pretty little women an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do with his gentle caress.
Won't you with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten from exactly this date
A young man was sent away to in a far off place
La Centinela had to say goodbye,
had to leave his home and his lover's pretty eyes
It broke her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not her gentle could persuade him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday tears
November 1st was the last she cried
thinking he'd be coming home but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was told he was a young man
But it was news his young lover just, she just couldn't understand.
So she drowned her sorrow and her soul, the only way she knew how
by herself into the well. She together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The young man did return, only to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death meant that they now both alone
to dance again or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned in the evening wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd from this on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they could dance together, for just one day,
Holding hands his on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my just blow away.
She had a flower in her hair, he had his uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, like nothing else was wrong
She by him with her face as pale as dawn
He looked into her eyes and saw nothing there
He said, "excuse me señorita, but I don't believe we've had the pleasure"
She said "of course you know me, I'm every year,
but don't you get to close when I'm my dear"
He thought, "how can I not in with that,
a pretty little women an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do with his gentle caress.
Won't you with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten from exactly this date
A young man was sent away to in a far off place
La Centinela had to say goodbye,
had to leave his home and his lover's pretty eyes
It broke her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not her gentle could persuade him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday tears
November 1st was the last she cried
thinking he'd be coming home but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was told he was a young man
But it was news his young lover just, she just couldn't understand.
So she drowned her sorrow and her soul, the only way she knew how
by herself into the well. She together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The young man did return, only to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death meant that they now both alone
to dance again or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned in the evening wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd from this on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they could dance together, for just one day,
Holding hands his on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my just blow away.
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