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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
says: It like rain (why did he us?)
In doing so, he my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno 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 with a 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 your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He me I'd a gut and just he said (no, no)
He that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
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 that 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
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's I him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I really need to about Bruno
Gimme the and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he 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 about Bruno?
Not a word Bruno
I never brought up Bruno
We don't talk Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
says: It like rain (why did he us?)
In doing so, he my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno 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 with a 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 your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He me I'd a gut and just he said (no, no)
He that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
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 that 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
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's I him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I really need to about Bruno
Gimme the and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he 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 about Bruno?
Not a word Bruno
I never brought up Bruno
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