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Eleanor Rigby
P.P. Arnold
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Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the 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?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Father McKenzie writing the words to 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?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
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 (All the lonely, lonely people)
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Tell me where do they all come from)
Ah, look at all the lonely people (Talking '
Bout the lonely, lonely, lonely people)
Ah, look at all the lonely people (Where do they all belong?)
Ah, look at all the lonely people (All the
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely people)
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Alright
Mr. Steve Craddock