Eleanor Rigby (Live) by Paul McCartney

Ahh, look at all the lonely people
Ahh, look at all the lonely people

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 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 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 lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ahh, look at all the lonely people
Ahh, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church and was buried
Along with her name, nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave, no one was saved

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

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