Tag: rules

New Rules chords by Dua Lipa

[Intro]
Am
One, one, one...

[Verse 1]
Am
Talkin' in my sleep at night
              F
Makin' myself crazy
F
(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
Am
Wrote it down and read it out
Hopin' it would save me
F
(Too many times, too many times)
Am
My love, he makes me feel like nobody else
F
Nobody else
Am
But my love, he doesn't love me, so I tell myself
F
I tell myself

[Pre-Chorus]
Am
One, don't pick up the phone
F                             G
You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone
Am
Two, don't let him in
F                        G
You'll have to kick him out again
Am
Three, don't be his friend
F                                 G
You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
Am                       F                  G
And if you're under him, you ain't getting over him

[Chorus]
I got new rules, I count 'em
Am
F                G
I got new rules, I count 'em
Am
F                  G
I gotta tell them to myself
Am
F                 G
I got new rules, I count 'em
Am
F                 G
I gotta tell them to myself

[Verse 2]
Am
I keep pushin' forwards, but he keeps pullin' me backwards
F
(Nowhere to turn) no way
(Nowhere to turn) no
Am
Now I'm standing back from it, I finally see the pattern
F
(I never learn, I never learn)
Am
But my love, he doesn't love me, so I tell myself
I tell myself
F
I do, I do, I do

[Pre-Chorus]
Am
One, don't pick up the phone
F                             G
You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone
Am
Two, don't let him in
F                        G
You'll have to kick him out again
Am
Three, don't be his friend
F                                 G
You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
Am                       F                  G
And if you're under him, you ain't getting over him

[Chorus]
I got new rules, I count 'em
Am
F                G
I got new rules, I count 'em
Am
F                  G
I gotta tell them to myself
Am
F                 G
I got new rules, I count 'em
Am
F                 G
I gotta tell them to myself

[Bridge]
Am
Practice makes perfect
F                G
I'm still tryna' learn it by heart
(I got new rules, I count 'em)
Am
Eat, sleep, and breathe it
F               G
Rehearse and repeat it, 'cause I
Am
(I got new, I got new, I...)

[Pre-Chorus]
Am
One, don't pick up the phone
F                             G
You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone
Am
Two, don't let him in
F                        G
You'll have to kick him out again
Am
Three, don't be his friend
F                                 G
You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
Am                       F                  G
And if you're under him, you ain't getting over him

[Chorus]
I got new rules, I count 'em
Am
F                G
I got new rules, I count 'em
Am
F                  G
I gotta tell them to myself
Am
F                 G
I got new rules, I count 'em
Am
F                 G
I gotta tell them to myself

[Outro]
Am
Don't let him in, don't let him in
F               G
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Am
Don't be his friend, don't be his friend
F               G
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Am
Don't let him in, don't let him in
F               G
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Am
Don't be his friend, don't be his friend
F               G
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Am
You gettin' over him

Rules Broken Tabs – ¡All-Time Quarterback!

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                       RULES BROKEN – All-Time Quarterback
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: Pat Malavi
pat.malavi


[Verse 1]

   Bm     G         D         Em        Riff 1            
e|------|---------|---------|---------|-----------------|-------------------|
B|------|-3---3-3-|-----3---|-5-5-5---|-/12-10----10----|-12-10-----10------|
G|-4--4-|-0---0-0-|-----2---|-0-0-0-0-|----0--0-11--9---|---0--0-11----9----|
D|-4--4-|---------|-0-0-----|---------|---------------0-|----------------0--|
A|-2--2-|---------|-------0-|---------|-----------------|-------------------|
E|------|---------|---------|---------|-----------------|-------------------|

Bm      G        D       Em             Riff 1
  They had a bad case of nostalgic blues
Bm      G       D             Em            Riff 1
  And started a group just to cop the tunes, bad boys whatcha gonna
Bm            G         D              Em             Riff 1
  And all the kids went crazy when the singer screamed
Bm               G          D            Em              Riff 1
  They set their cymbals on fire, it’s a punk rock scene, bad boys whatcha gonna


[Chorus]

   Bm     G      D         Em        E                 G            
e|------|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|
B|------|-3--3-|-3-3-3---|-5-5-5---|-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3------|
G|-4--4-|-0--0-|-2-2-2---|-0-0-0-0-|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4------|
D|-4--4-|-0--0-|-0-0-0-0-|---------|-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-|-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5------|
A|-2--2-|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|
E|------|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|

Bm        G      D         Em              E                G
 And if we could break the rules that were already broken before we were born
Bm        G      D         Em       E                  G  
   Then we could hold them to their guns cos we’d be a punk rock band too


[Verse 2]

   Bm     G         D         Em        Riff 1            
e|------|---------|---------|---------|-----------------|-------------------|
B|------|-3---3-3-|-----3---|-5-5-5---|-/12-10----10----|-12-10-----10------|
G|-4--4-|-0---0-0-|-----2---|-0-0-0-0-|----0--0-11--9---|---0--0-11----9----|
D|-4--4-|---------|-0-0-----|---------|---------------0-|----------------0--|
A|-2--2-|---------|-------0-|---------|-----------------|-------------------|
E|------|---------|---------|---------|-----------------|-------------------|

Bm       G            D            Em          Riff 1
   They had the whole town getting real tattoos
Bm       G          D               Em            Riff 1   
   And wrote advice columns for the weekly review, bad boys whatcha gonna
Bm                 G        D          Em             Riff 1
   What could they possibly do next to shock the crowd
Bm             G         D                  Em              Riff 1
   We’re gonna rock rock rock you, make you scream out loud, bad boys whatcha gonna


[Chorus]

   Bm     G      D         Em        E                 G            
e|------|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|
B|------|-3--3-|-3-3-3---|-5-5-5---|-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3------|
G|-4--4-|-0--0-|-2-2-2---|-0-0-0-0-|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4------|
D|-4--4-|-0--0-|-0-0-0-0-|---------|-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-|-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5------|
A|-2--2-|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|
E|------|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|

Bm        G      D         Em              E                G
 And if we could break the rules that were already broken before we were born
Bm        G      D         Em       E                  G  
   Then we could hold them to their guns cos we’d be a punk rock band too