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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 his watch, nothing else was wrong
She by him with 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 here every year,
but don't you get to close 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 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 blow away.
And this happened every .. 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 home and his lover's pretty eyes
It her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not her gentle could persuade him way.
He was gone for seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last she cried
he'd be coming home but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was he was a brave man
But it was his young lover just, she couldn't understand.
So she drowned her sorrow and her soul, the only way she knew how
by throwing herself the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance me tonite
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones 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 dance together again or see how old that had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one fell
He seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he to wait for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd this point on
He made sure he until the break of dawn
So they could dance together, for just this one day,
Holding hands his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones blow away.
She had a flower in her hair, he had his uniform on tight
He his watch, nothing else was wrong
She by him with 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 here every year,
but don't you get to close 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 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 blow away.
And this happened every .. 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 home and his lover's pretty eyes
It her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not her gentle could persuade him way.
He was gone for seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last she cried
he'd be coming home but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was he was a brave man
But it was his young lover just, she couldn't understand.
So she drowned her sorrow and her soul, the only way she knew how
by throwing herself the well. She thought together, they'd be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance me tonite
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones 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 dance together again or see how old that had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one fell
He seeing her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he to wait for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd this point on
He made sure he until the break of dawn
So they could dance together, for just this one day,
Holding hands his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones blow away.
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