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Centinela 
Hard
by Nortec Collective Presents: Bostich + Fussible
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The story starts, it was a late night
She had a flower in her hair, he had his uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, like nothing was wrong
She danced by him with her as pale as dawn
He looked into her eyes and saw nothing there
He said, "excuse me señorita, but I don't we've had the pleasure"
She said "of course you know me, I'm here year,
but don't you get to close when I'm dancing my dear"
He thought, "how can I not fall in love with that,
a little women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do with his caress.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year 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 fight in a far off place
La Centinela had to say goodbye,
had to leave his home and his lover's pretty eyes
It her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not even her gentle hands could him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last she cried
thinking he'd be coming but all she heard was he'd died.
She was told he was a brave 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 throwing herself into the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we is today
my bones just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The young man did return, to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death that they were now alone
Never to dance or see how old that had grown
The next day he flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, like she had for all years
November 2nd from this point on
He made sure he until the break of dawn
So they could dance together, for just this one day,
Holding hands with his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
my bones just blow away.
She had a flower in her hair, he had his uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, like nothing was wrong
She danced by him with her as pale as dawn
He looked into her eyes and saw nothing there
He said, "excuse me señorita, but I don't we've had the pleasure"
She said "of course you know me, I'm here year,
but don't you get to close when I'm dancing my dear"
He thought, "how can I not fall in love with that,
a little women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do with his caress.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year 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 fight in a far off place
La Centinela had to say goodbye,
had to leave his home and his lover's pretty eyes
It her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not even her gentle hands could him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last she cried
thinking he'd be coming but all she heard was he'd died.
She was told he was a brave 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 throwing herself into the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we is today
my bones just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The young man did return, to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death that they were now alone
Never to dance or see how old that had grown
The next day he flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, like she had for all years
November 2nd from this point on
He made sure he until the break of dawn
So they could dance together, for just this one day,
Holding hands with his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
my bones just blow away.
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