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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were ready
And wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in a mischievous (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks rain (why did he tell us?)
In so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't about 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 of muttering and mumbling
I associate him 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 prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams 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, 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, at my head (no, no)
fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power grow
Like the grapes that on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I 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 need to know about 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 and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It like rain
In 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 about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were ready
And wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in a mischievous (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks rain (why did he tell us?)
In so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't about 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 of muttering and mumbling
I associate him 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 prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams 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, 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, at my head (no, no)
fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power grow
Like the grapes that on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I 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 need to know about 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 and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It like rain
In 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 about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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