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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 in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods 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 in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always him sort 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 fumbling
prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and 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 that the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He me my would grow
Like the grapes thrive on the (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 hear 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 that Bruno
I need 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 to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks rain
In 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 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 this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods 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 in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always him sort 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 fumbling
prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and 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 that the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He me my would grow
Like the grapes thrive on the (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 hear 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 that Bruno
I need 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 to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks rain
In 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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