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Centinela 
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The story starts, it was a late November night
She had a in her hair, he had his on tight
He patrolled his watch, like nothing else was wrong
She danced by him with her face as pale as dawn
He looked 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 here every 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 pretty little women with an attitude to match"
He for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted to do with his gentle caress.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my just 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 broke her heart and she him to stay
But not her gentle hands could persuade him another way.
He was for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last time she
thinking he'd be coming home but all she was that 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 the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we is just today
my bones just blow 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 were now alone
Never to together again or see how old they had grown
The next day he flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd the one fell
He seeing her wouldn't with just tears
So he to wait for her, she had done for all those years
November 2nd from this point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So could dance together, for just this one day,
Holding hands with his on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just blow away.
She had a in her hair, he had his on tight
He patrolled his watch, like nothing else was wrong
She danced by him with her face as pale as dawn
He looked 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 here every 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 pretty little women with an attitude to match"
He for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted to do with his gentle caress.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my just 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 broke her heart and she him to stay
But not her gentle hands could persuade him another way.
He was for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last time she
thinking he'd be coming home but all she was that 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 the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we is just today
my bones just blow 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 were now alone
Never to together again or see how old they had grown
The next day he flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd the one fell
He seeing her wouldn't with just tears
So he to wait for her, she had done for all those years
November 2nd from this point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So could dance together, for just this one day,
Holding hands with his on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just blow away.
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