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ELEANOR RIGBY / BEATLES
Ah look at all the lonely people All the lonely people, Where do they all come from
All the lonely people, Where do they all belong
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church when a wedding has been Ah look at all the lonely people
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried
Wearing the face that she keeps in jar by the door Along whith her name, nobody came
Who is it for? 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 come from
All the lonely people, Where do they all belong 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’s does he care
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