Eleanor Rigby

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
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 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?