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Centinela 
Hard
by Nortec Collective Presents: Bostich + Fussible
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The story starts, it was a November night
She had a flower in her hair, he had his uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, else was wrong
She 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 I'm dancing my dear"
He thought, "how can I not fall in love with that,
a pretty little with an 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
my bones just away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock 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 even her gentle hands could persuade him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his lover counted everyday with tears
1st was the last time she cried
thinking he'd be coming 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 her sorrow and her soul, the only way she knew how
by throwing 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 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 again or see how old they had grown
The next day he 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 done for all those years
November 2nd from this point on
He sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they could dance together, for this one day,
Holding hands 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
Until my bones just blow away.
She had a flower in her hair, he had his uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, else was wrong
She 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 I'm dancing my dear"
He thought, "how can I not fall in love with that,
a pretty little with an 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
my bones just away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock 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 even her gentle hands could persuade him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his lover counted everyday with tears
1st was the last time she cried
thinking he'd be coming 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 her sorrow and her soul, the only way she knew how
by throwing 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 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 again or see how old they had grown
The next day he 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 done for all those years
November 2nd from this point on
He sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they could dance together, for this one day,
Holding hands 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
Until my bones just blow away.
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