My Match

[ti:My Match] [ar:Peter Moren] [al:The Last Tycoon] [offset:0] My Match - Peter Moren I've sent my dogs to war, Can't shoot them anymore I had to let them down, When there's truth to be found Polite beyond control, In possession of the soul Though slow enough to catch, I have met my match And I can't say that I plead guilty of theft But I agree I've done you wrong And if there's any solid air in here left I will inhale it 'til you're gone Done the town and come Back home How did you think that I would react to this? That I would laugh and make a face? And though I'm devastated, beaten to the grave I laid me down, forgot, forgave What is left is worth to save Trust me, I trust you, there's plenty left to do Regardless of the facts, I have met my match