Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church Where the wedding has been- lives in a dream Waits at 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 of a sermon That no-one will hear- no-one comes near Look at him working,darning his socks in the Night when there's nobody there- what does he care ? All the lonely people, where do they all come from ? All the lonely people, where do they all belong ? Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried Along 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 ? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people
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