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We don't 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 clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno 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 Bruno
Hey, grew to in fear of stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him 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 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 to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He me my would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your is when 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
Like the grapes that thrive on the (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 hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
he calls 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
in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a Bruno
I never shoulda brought 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 clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno 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 Bruno
Hey, grew to in fear of stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him 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 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 to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He me my would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your is when 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
Like the grapes that thrive on the (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 hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
he calls 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
in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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