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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 were ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You 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
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about 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 the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a lift a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the fumbling
with prophecies 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 and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said that 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 someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me 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
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 calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and feasts on screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I about Bruno?
Not a word Bruno
I never brought up Bruno
We don't about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You 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
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about 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 the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a lift a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the fumbling
with prophecies 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 and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said that 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 someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me 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
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 calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and feasts on screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I about Bruno?
Not a word Bruno
I never brought up Bruno
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