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We don't Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk 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 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 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 talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your (hey)
We don't talk 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 like he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my (no, no)
fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my would grow
Like the that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me the man of my dreams
be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about Bruno
I really need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he your and feasts on your screams
You telling this 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 hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never brought up Bruno
We don't talk 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 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 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 talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your (hey)
We don't talk 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 like he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my (no, no)
fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my would grow
Like the that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me the man of my dreams
be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about Bruno
I really need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he your and feasts on your screams
You telling this 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 hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never brought up Bruno
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