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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 by him her face as 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 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 women with an attitude to match"
He reached 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 have is today
my bones just away.
And this every year .. every like clock work.
But let me first tell how it began
About ten years 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 eyes
It broke her heart and she wanted him to
But not even her gentle hands could persuade him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover with tears
November 1st was the time she cried
thinking he'd be coming home but all she heard was he'd died.
She was told he was a brave young man
But it was news his young just, she just couldn't understand.
So she drowned her 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 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 she had wrong
The young man did return, only to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death meant that were now both alone
to dance again or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned in the evening wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, like she had done for all years
November 2nd from this point on
He sure he patrolled until the of dawn
So could together, for this one day,
hands with his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
my 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, like nothing else was wrong
She by him her face as 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 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 women with an attitude to match"
He reached 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 have is today
my bones just away.
And this every year .. every like clock work.
But let me first tell how it began
About ten years 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 eyes
It broke her heart and she wanted him to
But not even her gentle hands could persuade him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful lover with tears
November 1st was the time she cried
thinking he'd be coming home but all she heard was he'd died.
She was told he was a brave young man
But it was news his young just, she just couldn't understand.
So she drowned her 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 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 she had wrong
The young man did return, only to find that she had fallen
Her untimely death meant that were now both alone
to dance again or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the well
burned in the evening wishing he'd been the one that fell
He knew her wouldn't happen with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, like she had done for all years
November 2nd from this point on
He sure he patrolled until the of dawn
So could together, for this one day,
hands with his calavera on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you dance with me tonite
my under the moonlight
All we have is just today
Until my bones just blow away.
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