Eleanor Rigby

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

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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