Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding was been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the 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 lonely people, where do they all belong ?

Father McKenzie, writing the words to a sermon that no one will near
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 lonely people, where do they all belong ?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

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