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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 face as pale as dawn
He looked into her eyes and saw 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 in love with that,
a pretty little with an to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do with his gentle caress.
Won't you me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year like work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten 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 broke her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not her hands could him another way.
He was gone for what to be years,
and his beautiful counted everyday with tears
1st was the last time she cried
thinking he'd be but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was he was a brave young man
But it was news his young just, she couldn't understand.
So she drowned her and her soul, the only way she knew how
by throwing into the well. She together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance me tonite
my hand the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is she had heard wrong
The young man did return, only to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death that they were now both alone
Never to or see how old that had grown
The day he placed by the well
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 to wait for her, like she had for all those years
November 2nd from point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they could dance 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 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 danced by him with her face as pale as dawn
He looked into her eyes and saw 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 in love with that,
a pretty little with an to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do with his gentle caress.
Won't you me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year like work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten 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 broke her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not her hands could him another way.
He was gone for what to be years,
and his beautiful counted everyday with tears
1st was the last time she cried
thinking he'd be but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was he was a brave young man
But it was news his young just, she couldn't understand.
So she drowned her and her soul, the only way she knew how
by throwing into the well. She together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance me tonite
my hand the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is she had heard wrong
The young man did return, only to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death that they were now both alone
Never to or see how old that had grown
The day he placed by the well
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 to wait for her, like she had for all those years
November 2nd from point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they could dance 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 is just today
Until my just blow away.
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