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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been |
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Lives in a dream |
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Sits by her window, 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 those lonely people |
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Where do they all come from? |
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All those lonely people |
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Where do they all belong? |
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Father McKenzie writing the words to a sermon that no one will hear |
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No one comes near |
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Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there |
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What does he care? |
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All those lonely people |
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Where do they all come from? |
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All those lonely people |
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Where do they all belong? |
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Oh, look at all the lonely people, mm-mm |
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Oh, look at all the lonely people |
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Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name |
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Nobody came |
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Father McKenzie, wiping his hands of the dirt as he stands by the grave |
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No one was saved |
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All those 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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Where do they all belong? |
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Where do they all belong? |
