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Ah, look at all the lonely people! |
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Ah, look at all the lonely people! |
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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church |
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Where a 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 Mckenzie, writing the words of 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, darning his socks in the night |
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When there's nobody 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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Ah, look at all the lonely people! |
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Ah, look at all the lonely people! |
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Ah, 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 Mckenzie 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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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church |
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Where a 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? |
