Eleanor Rigby,
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Picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been
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Lives in a dream, waits at the window,
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Wearing the face that she keeps 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,
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Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
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No one comes near, look at him working,
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Darning his socks in the night 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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Ah, look at all the lonely people
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Ah, look at all the lonely people
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Ah, look at all the lonely people
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Ah, look at all the lonely people
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Ah, look at all the lonely people
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(All the lonely people)
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Ah, look at all the lonely people
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Eleanor Rigby,
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Died in the church and was buried along with her name
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Nobody came
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Father McKenzie,
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wiping the dirt 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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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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| David Cook |
