Ah, look at all the lonely people
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Ah, look at all the lonely people
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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
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where a wedding has been
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Lives in a dream
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Waits at the window,
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wearing the face that she keeps
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in a jar by the door
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Who is it for?
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All the lonely people
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Where do they all come from?
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All the lonely people
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Where do they all belong?
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Father McKenzie writing the words
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of a sermon that no one will hear
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No one comes near.
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Look at him working.
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Darning his socks in the night
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when there's nobody there
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What does he care?
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All the lonely people
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Where do they all come from?
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All the lonely people
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Where do they all belong?
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Eleanor Rigby died in the church
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and was buried along with her name
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Nobody came
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Father McKenzie wiping the dirt
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from his hands as he walks from the grave
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No one was saved
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All the lonely people
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Where do they all come from?
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All the lonely people
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Where do they all belong?
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Eleanor Rigby
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