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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 uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, like nothing else was wrong
She danced by him with her 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 in love that,
a little women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she 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 just away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years exactly date
A young man was sent to fight in a far off place
La Centinela had to say goodbye,
had to leave his and his lover's pretty eyes
It her 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 lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last time 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 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 in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my just blow away.
But 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 they were now both alone
Never to dance together again or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, like she had for all years
2nd from point on
He he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they could together, for just one day,
Holding hands with his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we have is today
my bones just blow 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 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 in love that,
a little women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she 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 just away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years exactly date
A young man was sent to fight in a far off place
La Centinela had to say goodbye,
had to leave his and his lover's pretty eyes
It her 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 lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last time 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 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 in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my just blow away.
But 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 they were now both alone
Never to dance together again or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, like she had for all years
2nd from point on
He he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they could together, for just one day,
Holding hands with his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we have is today
my bones just blow away.
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