| I’m Eleanor Rigby
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| I picked up the rice in the church where the weddings have been, yeah
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| I’m Eleanor Rigby
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| I’m keeping my face in a jar by the door
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| If you want to know what is it for, Well
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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
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| Writing the words to a sermon
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| That no one will hear
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| No one comes near
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| Look at him working
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| Knotting his socks in the night
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| What does he care, yeah
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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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| Yeah
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| (Eleanor) Mhm
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| (Eleanor Rigby) Mhm, yeah
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| (Eleanor) Eleanor, yeah
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| (Eleanor Rigby) Mhm, mhm
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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 Wiping the dirt from his hands
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| As he walks from the grave
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| All of the lonely people
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| 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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| The lonely (Eleanor)
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| Only the lonely know (Eleanor Rigby)
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| Woo hoo, the lonely (Eleanor)
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| Only the lonely people know (Eleanor Rigby)
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| Just like Eleanor Rigby
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| Eleanor Rigby
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| Only the lonely
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| Yeah, the lonely, yeah |