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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't 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 in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks like rain (why did he us?)
In doing so, he my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, to live in of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a lift a gift so humbling
Always left and the family 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 your dreams and feasts on your (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He me I'd grow a gut and just 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 that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He 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
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 I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really to know Bruno
the truth 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 fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on screams
You telling or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno 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 about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
We don't 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 in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks like rain (why did he us?)
In doing so, he my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, to live in of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a lift a gift so humbling
Always left and the family 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 your dreams and feasts on your (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He me I'd grow a gut and just 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 that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He 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
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 I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really to know Bruno
the truth 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 fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on screams
You telling or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno 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 about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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