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Centinela 
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The story starts, it was a late November night
She had a flower in her hair, he had his on tight
He his watch, like 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 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 in 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 me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this happened every .. every year clock work.
But let me tell how it really began
About ten years from exactly this date
A 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 even her hands could persuade him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful 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 brave young man
But it was news his young lover just, she just couldn't understand.
So she 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 me tonite
Hold 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 young man did return, only to find she had fallen
Her untimely death meant that they now both alone
Never to dance again or see how old that had grown
The day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening he'd the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't with just tears
So he to wait for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd from point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they could together, for just one day,
Holding hands his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just away.
She had a flower in her hair, he had his on tight
He his watch, like 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 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 in 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 me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this happened every .. every year clock work.
But let me tell how it really began
About ten years from exactly this date
A 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 even her hands could persuade him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful 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 brave young man
But it was news his young lover just, she just couldn't understand.
So she 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 me tonite
Hold 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 young man did return, only to find she had fallen
Her untimely death meant that they now both alone
Never to dance again or see how old that had grown
The day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening he'd the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't with just tears
So he to wait for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd from point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they could together, for just one day,
Holding hands his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just away.
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