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Centinela 
Hard
by Nortec Collective Presents: Bostich + Fussible
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The starts, it was a late November night
She had a in her hair, he had his on tight
He 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 nothing there
He said, "excuse me señorita, but I don't believe 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 love with that,
a pretty little women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she little 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 year like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years from exactly this date
A 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 eyes
It her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not even her gentle could persuade him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his lover counted with tears
November 1st was the last time she cried
he'd be coming home but all she heard 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 now both alone
Never to dance together or see how old they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, she had for all those years
November 2nd this point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So could 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 is just today
Until my just away.
She had a in her hair, he had his on tight
He 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 nothing there
He said, "excuse me señorita, but I don't believe 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 love with that,
a pretty little women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she little 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 year like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years from exactly this date
A 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 eyes
It her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not even her gentle could persuade him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his lover counted with tears
November 1st was the last time she cried
he'd be coming home but all she heard 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 now both alone
Never to dance together or see how old they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned candles in the wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew seeing her wouldn't with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, she had for all those years
November 2nd this point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So could 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 is just today
Until my just away.
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