Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream, waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who was it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
And no one comes near
I look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
Yeah
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Look at all the lonely people
Look at all the lonely people
Look at all the lonely people
Look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
And nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
And no one was sad

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Look at all the lonely people
Look at all the lonely people
Now look at them, look at them
Look at all the lonely people
Look at all the lonely people

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