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