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We don't talk about 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 walks in with a mischievous (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno It looks rain (why did he tell us?)
In so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a day, but anyway
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of 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 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 fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish die, the next day, dead (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 head (no, no)
Your fate is 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
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 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 know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls 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
It looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I Bruno?
Not a word about 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 walks in with a mischievous (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno It looks rain (why did he tell us?)
In so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a day, but anyway
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of 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 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 fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish die, the next day, dead (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 head (no, no)
Your fate is 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
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 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 know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls 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
It looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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