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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 wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no 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 talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to in of Bruno 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 couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and like he (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my (no, no)
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
the grapes 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 like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I 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 to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on 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 hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a about Bruno
I never shoulda up Bruno
We don't talk about 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 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 talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to in of Bruno 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 couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and like he (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my (no, no)
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
the grapes 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 like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I 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 to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on 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 hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a about Bruno
I never shoulda up Bruno
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