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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 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 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 reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do his caress.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
my bones just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock work.
But let me tell how it began
About ten years from exactly this date
A young man was 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
But not even her gentle hands could persuade him another way.
He was gone for seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last she cried
thinking he'd be coming home but all she heard was he'd died.
She was told he was a brave young man
But it was news his lover just, she just couldn't understand.
So she her and her soul, the only way she knew how
by herself into the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
my bones just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had wrong
The young man did return, to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death meant they now both alone
Never to dance together again or see how old that they had grown
The day he flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd the one fell
He seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he to wait for her, like she had done for all 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,
Holding hands with 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
my bones just blow away.
She had a flower 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 into 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 reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do his caress.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
my bones just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock work.
But let me tell how it began
About ten years from exactly this date
A young man was 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
But not even her gentle hands could persuade him another way.
He was gone for seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last she cried
thinking he'd be coming home but all she heard was he'd died.
She was told he was a brave young man
But it was news his lover just, she just couldn't understand.
So she her and her soul, the only way she knew how
by herself into the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
my bones just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had wrong
The young man did return, to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death meant they now both alone
Never to dance together again or see how old that they had grown
The day he flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd the one fell
He seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he to wait for her, like she had done for all 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,
Holding hands with 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
my bones just blow away.
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