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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 the 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 mc kenzie 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

eleanor rigby died in the church and was buried

along with her name, nobody came

father mc kenzie wiping the dirt from his hands

as he walks from the grave

no one was saved