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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 in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It 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, grew to 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 and the fumbling
Grappling with prophecies 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 your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk 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 like he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
the grapes that 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 him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a (he's here)
We don't talk 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 in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It 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, grew to 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 and the fumbling
Grappling with prophecies 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 your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk 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 like he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
the grapes that 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 him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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