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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 getting ready
And there wasn't a in the sky (no clouds allowed 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 looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
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 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 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 it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and like he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your is read
He me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me my power grow
Like the grapes thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He 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 sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I really to know about Bruno
the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and feasts on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like 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 brought up Bruno
We don't about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a in the sky (no clouds allowed 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 looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
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 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 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 it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and like he said (no, no)
He said all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your is read
He me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me my power grow
Like the grapes thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He 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 sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I really to know about Bruno
the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your and feasts on your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like 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 brought up Bruno
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