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New Rules – Dua Lipa

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One, one, one, one, one
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(Too many times, too many times)
My loveHe makes me feel like nobody else, nobody elseBut my loveHe doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself
One: Don’t pick up the phoneYou know he’s only callin’ ‘cause he’s drunk and aloneTwo: Don’t let him in, you’ll have to kick him out againThree: Don’t be his friendYou know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin’And if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him
I got new rules, I count ‘emI got new rules, I count ‘emI gotta tell them to myselfI got new rules, I count ‘emI gotta tell them to myself
I keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards(Nowhere to turn) no way(Nowhere to turn) noNow I’m standin’ back from it, I finally see the pattern(I never learn, I never learn)
But my love (love)He doesn’t love me, so I tell myselfI tell myself, I do, I do, I do
One: Don’t pick up the phoneYou know he’s only callin’ ‘cause he’s drunk and aloneTwo: Don’t let him in, you have to kick him out againThree: Don’t be his friendYou know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin’And if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him
I got new rules, I count ‘emI got new rules, I count ‘emI gotta tell them to myselfI got new rules, I count ‘emI gotta tell them to myself
Practice makes perfect, I’m still tryna learn it by heart (I got new rules, I count ‘em)Eat, sleep and breathe it, rehearse and repeat it, ‘cause I (I got new, I got new, I…)
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, you have to kick him out again (again)Three: Don’t be his friendYou know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin’ (bed in the mornin’)And if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him
I got new rules, I count ‘emI got new rules, I count ‘em(Whoa-ooh, whoa-ooh, whoa)I gotta tell them to myselfI got new rules, I count ‘em(Baby, you know I count ‘em)I gotta tell them to myself
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’tDon’t be his friend, don’t be his friend, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’tDon’t let him in, don’t let him in, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’tDon’t be his friend, don’t be his friend, don’t, don’t, don’tYou gettin’ over him

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