INTRO:
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Ah, look at all the lonely peop
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Ah, look at all the lonely people.
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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in
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the church where her wedding has been.
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Lives in a dream.
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Waits at the window, wearing the face
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that she keeps in a jar by the door.
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Who is it for?
CHORUS:
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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 MacKenzie writing the words of a
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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
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in the night when there's nobody there.
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What does he care?
CHORUS:
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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.
#3.
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Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was
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buried along with her name. Nobody came.
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Father MacKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
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as he walks from the grave. No one was saved.
CHORUS:
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All the lonely people.
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Where do they all come from?
Em
All the lonely people.
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Where do they all belong?
C Em
Ah, look at all the lonely peop
C Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Em
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in
C
the church where her wedding has been.
Em
Lives in a dream.
Em
Waits at the window, wearing the face
C
that she keeps in a jar by the door.
Em
Who is it for?
CHORUS:
Em
All the lonely people.
C Em
Where do they all come from?
Em
All the lonely people.
C Em
Where do they all belong?
Em
Father MacKenzie writing the words of a
C
sermon that no one will hear.
Em
No one comes near.
Em
Look at him working, darning his socks
C
in the night when there's nobody there.
Em
What does he care?
CHORUS:
Em
All the lonely people.
C Em
Where do they all come from?
Em
All the lonely people.
C Em
Where do they all belong?
C Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
C Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
#3.
Em
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was
C Em
buried along with her name. Nobody came.
Em
Father MacKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
C Em
as he walks from the grave. No one was saved.
CHORUS:
Em
All the lonely people.
C Em
Where do they all come from?
Em
All the lonely people.
C Em
Where do they all belong?