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Centinela 
Hard
by Nortec Collective Presents: Bostich + Fussible
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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 believe we've had the pleasure"
She said "of course you me, I'm 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 an to match"
He 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 away.
And this happened every year .. year like clock work.
But let me first how it really began
About ten years from exactly this date
A man was sent 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 gentle hands could him another way.
He was for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last time she cried
thinking he'd be coming home but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was told he was a 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 the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The 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 they had grown
The next day he placed flowers 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 decided to wait for her, like she had for all those years
November 2nd from point on
He sure he patrolled the 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 have is just 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 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 believe we've had the pleasure"
She said "of course you me, I'm 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 an to match"
He 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 away.
And this happened every year .. year like clock work.
But let me first how it really began
About ten years from exactly this date
A man was sent 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 gentle hands could him another way.
He was for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover counted everyday with tears
November 1st was the last time she cried
thinking he'd be coming home but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was told he was a 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 the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my just blow away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The 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 they had grown
The next day he placed flowers 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 decided to wait for her, like she had for all those years
November 2nd from point on
He sure he patrolled the 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 have is just today
my bones just blow away.
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