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ELEANOR RIGBY |
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| Ah, look at all the lonely people |
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| Ah, look at all the lonely people |
| Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church |
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| where a wedding has been, lives in a dream |
| waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps |
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| in a jar by the door, who it is for…. |
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| All the lonely people, where do they all come from |
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| All the lonely people, 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, no one comes near. |
| look at him working, darning his socks in the night |
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| when there's nobody there, what does he care….. |
| mi7 mi6 DO mi |
| All the lonely people, where do they all come from |
| mi7 mi6 DO mi |
| All the lonely people, where do they all belong |
| DO mi |
| Ah, look at all the lonely people |
| DO mi |
| Ah, look at all the lonely people |
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| Eleanor Rigby , died in the church and was buried |
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| along with her name, nobody came. |
| Father McKenzie , wiping the dirt from his hands |
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| as he walks from the grave, no one was saved |
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| All the lonely people…………….. |