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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 getting ready
And there wasn't a 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 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 about Bruno
Hey, 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 and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls 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 me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He me I'd a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your 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
the grapes thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He me 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 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 whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
says: It looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
in a (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never brought up Bruno
We don't talk 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 (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno 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 about Bruno
Hey, 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 and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls 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 me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He me I'd a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your 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
the grapes thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He me 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 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 whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
says: It looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
in a (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never brought up Bruno
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