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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 cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks rain (why did he us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
in a hurricane
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling (ch-ch-ch)
It's a 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
he calls your 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 Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He 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
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that on the (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that 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 Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls name it all to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno 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 talk about Bruno?
Not a 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 cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks rain (why did he us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
in a hurricane
a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling (ch-ch-ch)
It's a 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
he calls your 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 Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He 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
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that on the (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that 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 Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls name it all to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno 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 talk about Bruno?
Not a about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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