| I? |
| m Eleanor Rigby, I picked up the rice
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| In the church where the weddin? |
| s had been, yeah
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| I? |
| m Eleanor Rigby, I? |
| m keepin? |
| my face in a jar by the door
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| You wanna know what is it for?
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| Well, all the lonely people
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| Where do they all come from? |
| yeah
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| All the lonely people, where do they all belong? |
| now now
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| Father McKenzie writin? |
| a words to a sermon that no one will hear
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| No one comes near
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| Look at him workin?, darnin? |
| his socks in the night
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| What does he care? |
| yeah
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| All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
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| All the lonely people, where do they all belong? |
| yea!
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| Uum-hum-um-um, um hum- hum- yea!
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| Eleanor, baby, um hum-hum-um
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| Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
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| And was buried along with her name
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| Nobody came
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| Father McKenzie wipin? |
| the dirt from his hands
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| As he walked from the grave
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| Sayin? |
| all the lonely people, where do, where do they come from?
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| All over the world, the lonely, lonely, lonely, people
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| Where do, where do they all belong?
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| Ooo lonely, only the lonely know
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| Ooohoo lonely, only the lonely people know
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| Just like a Eleanor Rigby, yeah, Eleanor, Eleanor
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| Rigby, only the lonely, yeah the lonely, yea-e-yea
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| fades-
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| Loneliness
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| Yeah gotta love some lonely people |