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we don't talk about Bruno no no no no we don't talk about Bruno! but! it was my wedding day (our wedding day) we were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds aloud 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 (abula get the umbrellas) married in a hurricane! (what a joyes day but anyway) we don't talk about Bruno no no no no we don't talk about Bruno!

hey! grew up in fear of Bruno stuttering and stumbling, I can always hear him sort of muttering and mubling, I associate him with the sound of falling sand, sh sh sh.... it's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling always like abula and the family fumbling, grappling with profacys they couldn't understand... do u understand?

7 foot frame rats along his back when he calls your name it all fades to black yeah he sees your dreams and feats on your screams! we don't talk about Bruno no 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 would 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 profacy is read!

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