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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 was wrong
She danced by him with her face as pale as dawn
He into her eyes 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 every year,
but don't you get to close I'm dancing my dear"
He thought, "how can I not in love with that,
a pretty women with 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 is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year like work.
But let me first tell how it began
About ten exactly this date
A young man was sent away to in a far off place
La Centinela had to say goodbye,
had to leave his and his lover's pretty eyes
It broke her heart and she him to stay
But not even her gentle 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 time she cried
he'd be home but all she 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 drowned 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 with 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 that she had fallen
Her untimely death meant that they were now both alone
Never to together or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the wishing he'd the one that fell
He knew her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he to wait for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd from this point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So could dance together, for 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
my bones just blow away.
She had a flower in her hair, he had his uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, like nothing was wrong
She danced by him with her face as pale as dawn
He into her eyes 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 every year,
but don't you get to close I'm dancing my dear"
He thought, "how can I not in love with that,
a pretty women with 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 is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year like work.
But let me first tell how it began
About ten exactly this date
A young man was sent away to in a far off place
La Centinela had to say goodbye,
had to leave his and his lover's pretty eyes
It broke her heart and she him to stay
But not even her gentle 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 time she cried
he'd be home but all she 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 drowned 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 with 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 that she had fallen
Her untimely death meant that they were now both alone
Never to together or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the wishing he'd the one that fell
He knew her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he to wait for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd from this point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So could dance together, for 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
my bones just blow away.
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