We don’t talk about Bruno no no no we don’t talk about brunoooooooo but it was our 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 this story or am I I’m sorry mi vida go on Bruno says it looks like rain why did he tell her in doing so he floods my brain abuela gets the umbrellaaaa married in a hurricane what a joyous day but anyway we don’t talk about Bruno no no no we don’t talk about Brunoooooo Bruno live in fear always stuttering and stumbling I can always hear him sorta muttering and mumbling I also see him with the sound of falling sand ss ss ss had a heavy lift with a gift so humbling Bruno left abuela and the family fumbling buckling with prophecies they couldn’t understand do you understand 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 heyyy we don’t talk about Bruno no no no we don’t talk about brunoooooo 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 he said that all my hair would dis appear now look at my head your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read he told my 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 thrive on the vine ok Mariano’s on his way he told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach betrolled to another it’s like I hear him now hey sis I want not a sound out of you i can hear him now um Bruno yeah about that Bruno I really need to know about Bruno give me that truth and the whole truth Bruno isabela your boyfriends here time for dinner (all sing at the same time) written by memory.
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