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We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk 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 clouds 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
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
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him the sound of sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a lift 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
When he calls name it all 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 talk Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like 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 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 need to 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 your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks 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 about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda up Bruno
We don't talk 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 clouds 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
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
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him the sound of sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a lift 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
When he calls name it all 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 talk Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like 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 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 need to 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 your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks 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 about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda up Bruno
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