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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 wasn't a cloud in the sky (no allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
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 Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk 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 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
he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He told me my would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd a gut and like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my (no, no)
Your fate is when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the 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 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, that Bruno
I really need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It like rain
In so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't about 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 allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
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 Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk 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 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
he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He told me my would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd a gut and like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my (no, no)
Your fate is when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the 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 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, that Bruno
I really need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It like rain
In so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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