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Eleanor Rigby |
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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been |
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for all fans of Joan Baez |
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Lives in a dream |
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Waits at the window, wearing the 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 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 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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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 the dirt from his hands 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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Ah, look at all the lonely people |
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Ah, look at all the lonely people |
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W~ W~ W~ |
