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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 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
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees 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, dead (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 me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would 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 I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I need to about Bruno
Gimme the and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno It looks rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a about Bruno
I never 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 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
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees 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, dead (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 me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would 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 I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I need to about Bruno
Gimme the and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno It looks rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a about Bruno
I never up Bruno
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