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We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of or stumbling
I can always hear him of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the fumbling
with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your is when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He me the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I not a sound out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he dreams and on your screams
You story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
says: It looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of or stumbling
I can always hear him of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the fumbling
with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your is when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He me the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I not a sound out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he dreams and on your screams
You story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
says: It looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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