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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, nothing else was wrong
She danced by him with her face as pale as dawn
He looked into her and saw nothing there
He said, "excuse me señorita, but I don't 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 with that,
a little 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 is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this every year .. every year clock work.
But let me first how it really began
About ten years 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 her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not her hands could persuade him way.
He was for what seemed to be years,
and his lover 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 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 how
by herself into the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance me tonite
my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
But she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The man did return, only to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death meant they were now both alone
Never to together again or see how old they had grown
The day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with tears
So he to wait for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd this point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So could together, for just this one day,
Holding hands with his calavera 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 flower in her hair, he had his uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, nothing else was wrong
She danced by him with her face as pale as dawn
He looked into her and saw nothing there
He said, "excuse me señorita, but I don't 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 with that,
a little 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 is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this every year .. every year clock work.
But let me first how it really began
About ten years 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 her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not her hands could persuade him way.
He was for what seemed to be years,
and his lover 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 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 how
by herself into the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance me tonite
my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
But she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The man did return, only to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death meant they were now both alone
Never to together again or see how old they had grown
The day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with tears
So he to wait for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd this point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So could together, for just this one day,
Holding hands with his calavera 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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