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I'm Eleanor Rigby |
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I picked up the rice in the church where the weddings have been |
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Yeah I'm Eleanor Rigby |
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I'm keepin' my face in a jar by the door |
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If you wanna know what is it for, Well |
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::Chorus:: |
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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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Knoting his socks in the night |
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What does he care, Yeah |
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Chorus |
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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 |
