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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno, but
It was my day (it was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous (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 day, but anyway
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift a gift so humbling
Always left 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 dreams and feasts on screams (hey)
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me the of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my would grow
Like the that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he 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
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 about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
We don't talk Bruno, but
It was my day (it was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous (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 day, but anyway
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift a gift so humbling
Always left 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 dreams and feasts on screams (hey)
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me the of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my would grow
Like the that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he 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
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 about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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