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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 day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds 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 looks 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 Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of 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
left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He me my would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said that all my would disappear
Now, at my head (no, no)
Your fate is your prophecy is read
He told me that the of my dreams
Would be promised, and be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
to another
It's I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's like I him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I need to know about Bruno
the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams 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
in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk 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 day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds 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 looks 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 Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of 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
left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He me my would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said that all my would disappear
Now, at my head (no, no)
Your fate is your prophecy is read
He told me that the of my dreams
Would be promised, and be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
to another
It's I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's like I him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I need to know about Bruno
the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams 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
in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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