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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 getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
walks in with a mischievous (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
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
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in of stuttering or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with 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 prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk 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 said (no, no)
He said that all my hair disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
fate is sealed when prophecy is read
He told me the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed 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 him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
says: It looks rain
In doing so, he my brain
Married in a (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)
walks in with a mischievous (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
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
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in of stuttering or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with 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 prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk 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 said (no, no)
He said that all my hair disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
fate is sealed when prophecy is read
He told me the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed 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 him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
says: It looks rain
In doing so, he my brain
Married in a (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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