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We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk 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 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 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 the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling prophecies 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 and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about 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 (no, no)
He said that all my hair disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my 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
Would be out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I not a sound out of you (it's like I him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your 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 (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 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 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 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 the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling prophecies 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 and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about 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 (no, no)
He said that all my hair disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my 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
Would be out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I not a sound out of you (it's like I him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your 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 (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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