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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 wedding 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 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 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 in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
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 (hey)
We don't talk 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 that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power grow
Like the 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 hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound 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 truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he calls name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In 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 brought up Bruno
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding 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 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 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 in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
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 (hey)
We don't talk 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 that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power grow
Like the 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 hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound 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 truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he calls name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In 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 brought up Bruno
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