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We don't talk about 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 clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk 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 and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy with a gift so humbling
Always left and the family fumbling
prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He me my 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, 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 told me that my 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
to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I not a sound out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to 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 fades to black
Yeah, he sees and feasts on your screams
You telling this story 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 about Bruno
I shoulda 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 clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk 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 and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy with a gift so humbling
Always left and the family fumbling
prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He me my 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, 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 told me that my 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
to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I not a sound out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to 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 fades to black
Yeah, he sees and feasts on your screams
You telling this story 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 about Bruno
I shoulda brought up Bruno
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