Correction Lyrics We Don’t Talk About Bruno but it’s cursed by Jonathan Young

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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 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 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...

Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I a**ociate 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 propheciеs they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A sеven-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
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno

He told me my fish would die...
And the next day...dead!
He told me I'd grow a gut...
And just like he said
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head! (Oh, 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 (mine)
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine
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 can hear him now)
I can hear him now

Um, 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!

It was my wedding day, we were getting ready; it was our wedding day; a seven-foot frame, rats along his back

And there wasn't a cloud in the sky; no clouds allowed in the sky; when he calls your name, it all fades to black

Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin; thunder!; yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams

You telling this story or am I?; We don't talk about Bruno!

Mariano's on his way!

Bruno says, "It looks like rain..."; a seven-foot frame, rats along his back
In doing so, he floods my brain; when he calls your name, it all fades to black

Married in a hurricane; yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams

He's here!!!

Don't talk about Bruno, no (Why did I talk about Bruno?)
Not a word about Bruno (I never shoulda brought up Bruno!)

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