| Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice
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| In the church where the wedding has been
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| Lives in a dream
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| Waits at the window
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| Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
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| Who is it for
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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 Mackenzie writing the words of a sermon 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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| Darning his socks
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| In the night when there’s nobody’s there
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| What does he care
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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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| I, Look at all the lonely people
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| I, Look at all the lonely people
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| I, Look at all the lonely people
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| I, Look at all the lonely people
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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 Mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
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| As he walks from the grave
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| No one was saved
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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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| all the lonely people where do they all come from |
| all the lonely people where do they all come from
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| all the lonely people where do they all come from |