Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice at a church where her wedding has been
Lives in her dreams, sits by the window
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near, look at him working
Donning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in a church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No-one was saved!
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
All the lonely people
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
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