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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You 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 day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
Hey, grew to live in of Bruno 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 with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the 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 sees your dreams and on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the 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, at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me my would grow
the grapes that thrive on the (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 like I hear 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 really to about Bruno
Gimme the and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, 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 feasts on your screams
You 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 talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda up Bruno
We don't about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You 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 day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
Hey, grew to live in of Bruno 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 with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the 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 sees your dreams and on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the 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, at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me my would grow
the grapes that thrive on the (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 like I hear 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 really to about Bruno
Gimme the and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, 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 feasts on your screams
You 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 talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda up Bruno
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