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Centinela 
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The 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 danced 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 "of course you know me, I'm every year,
but don't you get to close when I'm dancing my dear"
He thought, "how can I not fall in with that,
a pretty little women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do his gentle caress.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years from exactly this date
A young man was sent 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 broke her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not her gentle hands could him another way.
He was gone for seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover everyday with 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 brave young man
But it was news his young lover just, she couldn't understand.
So she drowned her sorrow and her soul, the only way she knew how
by throwing into the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The man did return, to find she had fallen
Her death that they were now alone
to dance together 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 fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, she had for all those years
November 2nd from this on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So could dance together, for just this one day,
hands with his on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my under the moonlight
All we have is today
my bones away.
She had a flower in her hair, he had his uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, like nothing else was wrong
She danced 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 "of course you know me, I'm every year,
but don't you get to close when I'm dancing my dear"
He thought, "how can I not fall in with that,
a pretty little women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do his gentle caress.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years from exactly this date
A young man was sent 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 broke her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not her gentle hands could him another way.
He was gone for seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover everyday with 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 brave young man
But it was news his young lover just, she couldn't understand.
So she drowned her sorrow and her soul, the only way she knew how
by throwing into the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The man did return, to find she had fallen
Her death that they were now alone
to dance together 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 fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, she had for all those years
November 2nd from this on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So could dance together, for just this one day,
hands with his on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my under the moonlight
All we have is today
my bones away.
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