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We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk 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 with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
says: It looks rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he 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 about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift a so humbling
Always Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, his back
he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair 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
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me the man of my dreams
Would be 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, that Bruno
I need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole 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 on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
in a (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a Bruno
I never brought up Bruno
We don't talk 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 with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
says: It looks rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he 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 about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift a so humbling
Always Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, his back
he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair 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
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me the man of my dreams
Would be 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, that Bruno
I need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole 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 on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
in a (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a Bruno
I never brought up Bruno
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