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letra de new rules (live) - dua lipa

[intro]
wow, san diego thank you so much for such an amazing evening
now this is our last song, are you guys ready to party?
one, one, one, one, one

[verse 1]
talkin’ in my sleep at night, makin’ myself crazy
(out of my mind, out of my mind)
wrote it down and read it out, hopin’ it would save me, c’mon
(too many times, too many times)

[pre-chorus]
my love, he makes me feel like n0body else, n0body else
but my love, he doesn’t love me, so i tell myself, i tell myself

[chorus]
let me hear you!
one: don’t pick up the phone
you know he’s only callin’ ’cause he’s drunk and alone
two: don’t let him in
you’ll have to kick him out again
three: don’t be his friend
you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
and if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him

[post-chorus]
i got new rules, i count ’em
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself

[verse 2]
i keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards
(nowhere to turn, no way)
(nowhere to turn, no)
now i’m standin’ back from it, i finally see the pattern
(i never learn, i never learn)

[pre-chorus]
but my love, he doesn’t love me, so i tell myself, i tell myself (what do i say?)
i do, i do, i do

[chorus]
one: don’t pick up the phone
you know he’s only callin’ ’cause he’s drunk and alone
two: don’t let him in
you’ll have to kick him out again
three: don’t be his friend
you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
and if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him

[post-chorus]
i got new rules, i count ’em
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself

[bridge]
practice makes perfect
i’m still tryna learn it by heart (i got new rules, i count ’em)
eat, sleep, and breathe it
rehe-rs- and repeat it, ’cause i (i got new)

[chorus]
one: don’t pick up the phone (yeah)
you know he’s only callin’ ’cause he’s drunk and alone (alone)
two: don’t let him in (uh-ooh)
you’ll have to kick him out again (again)
three: don’t be his friend
you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
and if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him

[post-chorus]
i got new rules, i count ’em (hey!)
i got new rules, i count ’em (woo!)
i gotta tell them to myself
i got new rules, i count ’em
san diego let me see you drop it! (hey hey)
i gotta tell them to myself

[outro]
don’t let him in, don’t let him in (jump, jump, jump)
don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
don’t let him in, don’t let him in (hey!)
don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
you’re gettin’ over him
san diego make some noise!
thank you so much!
i love you, we love you and we’ll be back
my name is dua lipa, i love you, goodnight

- dua lipa

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