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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 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 here every year,
but don't you get to close when I'm my dear"
He thought, "how can I not in love 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 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 tell how it really began
About ten years from exactly this date
A man was sent to fight in a far off place
La Centinela had to say goodbye,
had to his home and his lover's pretty eyes
It broke 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 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 he was a brave young man
But it was news his 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 in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me tonite
my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The man did return, only to find that she had fallen
Her death that they were now both alone
Never to dance together or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd the one fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he to for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd from point on
He made sure he patrolled until the of dawn
So they could dance together, for just this one day,
hands with his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
She had a in her hair, he had his on tight
He 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 here every year,
but don't you get to close when I'm my dear"
He thought, "how can I not in love 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 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 tell how it really began
About ten years from exactly this date
A man was sent to fight in a far off place
La Centinela had to say goodbye,
had to his home and his lover's pretty eyes
It broke 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 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 he was a brave young man
But it was news his 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 in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me tonite
my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The man did return, only to find that she had fallen
Her death that they were now both alone
Never to dance together or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd the one fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he to for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd from point on
He made sure he patrolled until the of dawn
So they could dance together, for just this one day,
hands with his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
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