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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 in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a grin (thunder)
You 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
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on screams (hey)
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and be mine
He told me that my 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 I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want 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 need to about Bruno
Gimme 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 on your screams
You telling 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 talk 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 in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a grin (thunder)
You 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
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on screams (hey)
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and be mine
He told me that my 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 I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want 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 need to about Bruno
Gimme 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 on your screams
You telling 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 talk Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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