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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 day)
We were ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in a 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 tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of 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 family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He me my fish 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 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 be mine
He told me that my power would grow
the grapes 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
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really to know about Bruno
the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk Bruno?
Not a about Bruno
I shoulda brought up Bruno
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my day (it was our day)
We were ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in a 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 tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of 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 family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He me my fish 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 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 be mine
He told me that my power would grow
the grapes 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
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really to know about Bruno
the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk Bruno?
Not a about Bruno
I shoulda brought up Bruno
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