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Eleanor Rigby 
The Beatles

Ah look at all the lonely people 
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? 

Father McKenzie, writing the words 
Of 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 
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?