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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 wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud 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 (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
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 of stuttering or stumbling
I can always him of muttering and mumbling
I associate him the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, at my head (no, no)
Your is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me the of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive 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 like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno It looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk 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 cloud 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 (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
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 of stuttering or stumbling
I can always him of muttering and mumbling
I associate him the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, at my head (no, no)
Your is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me the of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive 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 like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno It looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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