Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the churchwhere the wedding has beenLives in a dreamWaits by the window, wearing a facethat she keeps in a jar by the doorWho is it for?All the lonely people, where do they all come from?All the lonely people, where do they all belong?Father mckenzie, writing the wordsto a sermon that no one will hearNo one is nearLook at him working, darning his socksin the night when there's nobody thereNobody caresAll the lonely people, where do they all come from?All the lonely people, where do they all belong?Ah, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor rigby died in the churchand was buried alone with her nameNobody cameFather mckenzie, wiping the dirtfrom his hands as he walks from the graveNo one was savedAll the lonely people, where do they all come from?All the lonely people, where do they all belong?And all the lonely people, where do they all come from?And all the lonely people, where do they all belong?And all the lonely people, where do they all come from?And all the lonely people, where do they all belong?
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Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church
where the wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits by the window, wearing a face
that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Father mckenzie, writing the words
to a sermon that no one will hear
No one is near
Look at him working, darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
Nobody cares
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor rigby died in the church
and was buried alone with her name
Nobody came
Father mckenzie, wiping the dirt
from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
And all the lonely people, where do they all come from?
And all the lonely people, where do they all belong?
And all the lonely people, where do they all come from?
And all the lonely people, where do they all belong?
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