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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 nothing there
He said, "excuse me señorita, but I don't we've had the pleasure"
She said "of course you 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 women with an attitude to match"
He 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 is just today
Until my just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years 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 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
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 his young just, she just couldn't understand.
So she drowned her sorrow and her soul, the way she 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 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 death they were now 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 the one that 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 from this on
He sure he until the break of dawn
So could together, for just this one day,
Holding 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 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 nothing there
He said, "excuse me señorita, but I don't we've had the pleasure"
She said "of course you 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 women with an attitude to match"
He 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 is just today
Until my just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years 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 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
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 his young just, she just couldn't understand.
So she drowned her sorrow and her soul, the way she 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 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 death they were now 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 the one that 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 from this on
He sure he until the break of dawn
So could together, for just this one day,
Holding 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 bones just blow away.
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