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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my 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 a mischievous (thunder)
You telling story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks like rain (why did he us?)
In 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 talk Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno 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 with a gift so humbling
Always 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 name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and be mine
He told me that my power grow
the grapes that on the (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He me that the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I really 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 along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
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 about Bruno
I shoulda brought up Bruno
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my 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 a mischievous (thunder)
You telling story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks like rain (why did he us?)
In 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 talk Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno 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 with a gift so humbling
Always 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 name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and be mine
He told me that my power grow
the grapes that on the (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He me that the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I really 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 along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
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 about Bruno
I shoulda brought up Bruno
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