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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 day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What 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 of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can 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 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 Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He all my would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power grow
Like the 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 hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
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 telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks rain
In so, he 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 Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my day (it was our day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What 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 of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can 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 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 Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He all my would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power grow
Like the 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 hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, that Bruno
I need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
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 telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks rain
In so, he 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 Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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