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Ahhhh, Look at all the lonely people
Ahhhh, Look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the windows wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

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

Father MacKenzie writing the words to a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working 
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

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

Ahhhh, Look at all the lonely people
Ahhhh, Look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father Mackenzie Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?
All the loney peopleWhere do they all belong?