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

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

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