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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my day (it was our day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
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 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 Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him the sound of sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy a gift so humbling
Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with 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 sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, (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 (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 that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He 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 him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I 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, along his back
When he calls your name 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 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 about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I shoulda brought up Bruno
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my day (it was our day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
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 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 Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him the sound of sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy a gift so humbling
Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with 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 sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, (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 (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 that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He 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 him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I 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, along his back
When he calls your name 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 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 about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I shoulda brought up Bruno
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