We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no. We don't talk about Bruno. [Dolores:] 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.
What kind of dress you're wearing tonight (oh) If he's holding onto you so tight (oh) The way I did before. (We don't talk anymore) I overdosed. Should've known your love was a game (oh) Now, I can't get you out of my brain (woah) Oh, it's such a shame. That we don't talk anymore.
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