I'm Eleanor Rigby I picked up the rice in the church where the weddings have been Yeah I'm Eleanor Rigby I'm keepin' my face in a jar by the door if you wanna know what is it for, Well
::Chorus:: 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 Knoting his socks in the night what does he care, yeah
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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
