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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 in the sky (no 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 It looks 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 about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift a so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He told 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 hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power 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 him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really to know about 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 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
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 talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never 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 in the sky (no 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 It looks 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 about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift a so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He told 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 hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power 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 him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really to know about 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 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
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 talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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