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Centinela 
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The story starts, it was a late night
She had a flower in her hair, he had his uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, like nothing else was wrong
She by him 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 "of course you know me, I'm every year,
but don't you get to 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 with his gentle caress.
Won't you with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years from 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 her heart and she wanted 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 lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the time she cried
he'd be coming but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was told he was a young man
But it was news his lover just, she just couldn't understand.
So she drowned her sorrow and her soul, the only way she knew how
by herself into the well. She thought together, they'd be in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand 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
to dance together or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed by the well
candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he to 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 they together, for just this one day,
Holding hands with his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
my hand under the moonlight
All we is just today
Until my 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 by him 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 "of course you know me, I'm every year,
but don't you get to 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 with his gentle caress.
Won't you with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years from 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 her heart and she wanted 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 lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the time she cried
he'd be coming but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was told he was a young man
But it was news his lover just, she just couldn't understand.
So she drowned her sorrow and her soul, the only way she knew how
by herself into the well. She thought together, they'd be in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand 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
to dance together or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed by the well
candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he to 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 they together, for just this one day,
Holding hands with his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
my hand under the moonlight
All we is just today
Until my just blow away.
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