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 WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNO NO NO NO WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNOOOOO
🎶 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 🎶 WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNO NO NO NO 🎶 WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNOOOOO
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. Hey 👋, grew 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 gift 🎁 so humbling 🙏 Always left Abuela 👵 and the family 👨👩👧👦 fumbling 💃 Grappling ✊ with prophecies 📜 they couldn't 🙅♂️ understand 💬 Do you 👈 understand? 🤔 A seven-foot 7️⃣🦶 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 💀, the next day 📆, dead ⚰️(no 🚫, no 🙅♂️) He 👦 told 🗣️ me 🙋 I'd grow a gut 🧍 and just like he 👦 said 💬 (no 🙅♂️, no 🚫) He 👦 said 🗣️ 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 🌱 Like the grapes 🍇 that thrive on the vine 🪴 (óye, 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 👈 Um 😐, Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno 😫 I really need to know 💭 about Bruno 🤔 Gimme the truth 💯 and the whole truth 😊, Bruno (Isabella 👩, your boyfriend's 💁 here) Time 🕰️ for dinner 🍲 A seven-foot 7️⃣🦶 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? 💁 Óye, Mariano's on his way 🏃🏃🏃 Bruno says 🗣️, "It looks 👀 like rain 🌧️" In doing so, he floods 🌊 my brain 🧠 Married 💍in a hurricane 🌀 he's here 🤯🤯 Don't 🙅♂️👎 talk 🔊 about Bruno, no 🙅♂️ (why 🤔 did I talk about Bruno? 😫) Not 👎 a word 🤐 about Bruno 😔 I never 🙅♂️ should've brought up Bruno! 🤫
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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
Hey, grew 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 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 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 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 (no, no)
He said 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
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine
(Óye, 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
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
(Isabella, 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 (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
(Óye, Mariano's on his way)
Bruno says, "It looks like rain"
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane
He's here
Don't talk about Bruno, no (why did I talk about Bruno?)
Not a word about Bruno
I never should've brought up Bruno!
seven 7️⃣ 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 🧍🏾♂️
Seven foot rats rats along his rats when he calls your rats it all fades to rats yeah he sees your rats and feasts on rats. We don’t talk about rats. We don’t talk about RATS.
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