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We don't 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 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 like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he 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 live in 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 Abuela and the family 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 your and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He me my would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He that all my hair would disappear
Now, at my (no, no)
Your is sealed when your 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 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 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 really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
in a (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 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 like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he 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 live in 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 Abuela and the family 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 your and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He me my would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He that all my hair would disappear
Now, at my (no, no)
Your is sealed when your 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 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 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 really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
in a (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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