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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 day)
We were ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno in with a grin (thunder)
You story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
says: It looks like rain (why did he 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 Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with 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 prophecies couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (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, (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and like he (no, no)
He said that all my 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 told me that 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 sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, 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, rats his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
says: It like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I talk about 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 day)
We were ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno in with a grin (thunder)
You story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
says: It looks like rain (why did he 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 Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with 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 prophecies couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (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, (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and like he (no, no)
He said that all my 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 told me that 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 sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, 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, rats his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
says: It like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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