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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno 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
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno 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 lift with a gift so humbling
Always Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats 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 talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is when your is read
He told me that the of my dreams
be promised, and be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
be just 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 hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to 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 looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda up Bruno
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno 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
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno 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 lift with a gift so humbling
Always Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats 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 talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is when your is read
He told me that the of my dreams
be promised, and be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
be just 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 hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to 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 looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda up Bruno
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