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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 allowed in the sky)
walks in with a mischievous 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 my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him of 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 fumbling
Grappling prophecies couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and on screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the 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
Betrothed to another
It's I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about Bruno
I really 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 name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on screams
You story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I talk Bruno?
Not a 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 allowed in the sky)
walks in with a mischievous 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 my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him of 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 fumbling
Grappling prophecies couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and on screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the 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
Betrothed to another
It's I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about Bruno
I really 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 name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on screams
You story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I talk Bruno?
Not a about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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