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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 day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
walks in 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 floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear 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 a gift so humbling
Always left and the family fumbling
with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He me my fish would die, the day, dead (no, no)
He me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He 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 that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the 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
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
the and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he 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 like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't about Bruno, no
Why did I talk 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 day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
walks in 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 floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear 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 a gift so humbling
Always left and the family fumbling
with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He me my fish would die, the day, dead (no, no)
He me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He 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 that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the 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
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
the and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
When he 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 like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't about Bruno, no
Why did I talk Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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