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It was my wedding day
We were getting ready
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin
You're telling the story, or am I?
Bruno says, 'It looks like rain'
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Seven-foot frame, rats along his back
Yeah, he sees your dreams
He told me my fish would die
He told me I'd grow a gut
He said that all my hair would disappear
Your fate is sealed
He told me that the life of my dreams
He told me that my power would grow
He told me that the man of my dreams
Betrothed to another
Hey, sis
Um, Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Isabela, your boyfriend's here
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