I'm Eleanor Rigby, I picked up the rice
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In the church where the weddin's had been, yeah
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I'm Eleanor Rigby, I'm keepin' my face in a jar by the door
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You wanna know what is it for'
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Well, all the lonely people
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Where do they all come from' yeah
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All the lonely people, where do they all belong' now now
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Father McKenzie writin' a words to a sermon that no one will hear
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No one comes near
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Look at him workin', darnin' his socks in the night
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What does he care' yeah
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All the lonely people, where do they all come from'
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All the lonely people, where do they all belong' yea!
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Uum-hum-um-um, um hum- hum- yea!
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Eleanor, baby, um hum-hum-um
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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 wipin' the dirt from his hands
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As he walked from the grave
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Sayin' all the lonely people, where do, where do they come from'
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All over the world, the lonely, lonely, lonely, people
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Where do, where do they all belong'
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Ooo lonely, only the lonely know
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Ooohoo lonely, only the lonely people know
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Just like a Eleanor Rigby, yeah, Eleanor, Eleanor
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Rigby, only the lonely, yeah the lonely, yea-e-yea
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fades-
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Loneliness
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Yeah gotta love some lonely people
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Eleanor Rigby
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