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20 December 1985
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Confusion in her eyes that says it all.
She's lost control.
And she's clinging to the nearest passer by,
And she gave away the secrets of her past,
And a voice that told her when and where to act.

And she turned to me and took me by the hand and said,
I've lost control again.
And how I'll never know just why or understand.
And she screamed out kicking on her side.
And seized up on the floor, I thought she'd die.

Well I had to 'phone her friend to state my case.
And she showed up all the errors and mistakes.
But she expressed herself in many different ways,
Until she lost control again.
And walked upon the edge of no escape,
And laughed I've lost control.
She's lost control.