F Talk too much but there's no meaning to be heard Talk too much but there's nothing to you in theses wordsDm Bb That bruised egos and delicate mindsF Is a drafty windowsCsus4 C Please roll down the blinds [Chorus]Dm Bb Honesty matters to me tooDm F/C Bb But I'm climbing up mountains to meet youDm F/C Bb On the moral high grown it makes me dizzyDm F/C Bb If I climb back down will you actually miss meF The chorus says no-o-oGm Am Bb I won't follow where you go [Verse 2]F Bb The spaces for words are always emptyF Bb The infills that I've heard always leave meGm Bb Making excuses for your poor behaviourF Csus4 C Convincing myself that you're still my saviour [Chorus]Dm Bb And honesty matters to me tooDm F/C Bb But I'm climbing up mountains to meet youDm F/C Bb On a moral high ground it makes me dizzyDm F/C Bb If I climb back down will you actually miss meF The chorus says noGm Am Bb C I won't follow where you goF The chorus says noGm Am Bb I won't follow where you goF The chorus says noGm Am Bb I won't follow where you go
Moral High Ground
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