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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 in the sky)
Bruno walks in a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno It looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
in a hurricane
What a 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 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 Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, 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, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
fate is sealed prophecy is read
He me that the of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes 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 want not a sound out of you (it's I him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and feasts on your screams
You 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 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 in the sky)
Bruno walks in a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno It looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
in a hurricane
What a 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 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 Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, 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, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
fate is sealed prophecy is read
He me that the of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes 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 want not a sound out of you (it's I him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and feasts on your screams
You 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 brought up Bruno
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