My Match Songtext
von Peter Morén

I′ve sent my dogs to war
Can't shoot them anymore
I had to let them down
And they′re straight to be found
Collect the uncontrolled
In possession of their soul
They're 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 solidary
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 lay me down, forget, forgave

What is left is what to say
Trust me, I trust you
There′s plenty left to do
Regardless of the facts
I have met my match