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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 cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno It looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods 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 fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
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 die, the day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the 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 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 need to about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I shoulda 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 cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno It looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods 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 fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
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 die, the day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the 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 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 need to about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats his back
he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I shoulda brought up Bruno
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