Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been
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Lives in a dream
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Waits by the window, wearing a 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, writing the words to a sermon that no one will hear
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No one comes near
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Look at him working, darning his socks in the night while there's nobody there
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What does he care?
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Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried, along with her name
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Nobody came
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Father Mckenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
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No one was saved
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Eleanor Rigby
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| Sacred Rite |
