New Rules (Live)

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evening. Now this is our last song... You guys ready to party?

Talking in my sleep at night, making myself crazy,
Out of my mind
Out of my mind

Wrote it down and read it out, hoping it would save me,
Too many times
Too many times

My love
He makes me feel like
Nobody else
Nobody else

But my love
He doesn't love me
So I tell myself
I tell myself

One: Don't pick up the phone
You know he's only calling
'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 getting over him

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

I keep pushing forwards
But he keeps pulling me backwards
Nowhere to turn
Nowhere to turn

Now I'm standing back from it
I finally see the pattern
I never learn
I never learn

But my love
He doesn't love me
So I tell myself
I tell myself

I do, I do, I do

One: Don't pick up the phone

One: Don't pick up the phone
You know he's only calling
'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 getting over him

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

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

One: Don't pick up the phone
You know he's only calling
'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 getting over him

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
(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'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
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. My name is Dua Lipa, I love you, good night!