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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 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 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 with that,
a pretty little women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do with his caress.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years this date
A young man was 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 him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful counted everyday 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 way she knew how
by throwing the well. She 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 blow away.
But she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The young man did return, only to find she had fallen
Her death meant that now alone
Never to dance together again or see how old that they had grown
The next day he flowers by the
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one fell
He knew 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 point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they 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
Until my bones just blow away.
She had a flower in her hair, he had his 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 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 with that,
a pretty little women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she wasn't impressed,
she wanted little to do with his caress.
Won't you dance with me tonite
Hold my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just blow away.
And this happened every year .. every year like clock work.
But let me first tell how it really began
About ten years this date
A young man was 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 him another way.
He was gone for what seemed to be years,
and his beautiful counted everyday 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 way she knew how
by throwing the well. She 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 blow away.
But she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The young man did return, only to find she had fallen
Her death meant that now alone
Never to dance together again or see how old that they had grown
The next day he flowers by the
burned candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one fell
He knew 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 point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they 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
Until my bones just blow away.
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