C
Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people
C
Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Em
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has
C
Em
been—Lives in a dream
Em
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the
C
Em
door—Who is it for?
Em7
Em6
All the lonely people
C
Em
Where do they all come from?
Em7
Em6
All the lonely people
C
Em
Where do they all belong?
Em
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will
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Em
hear–No one comes near.
Em
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there’s
C
Em
nobody there–What does he care?
Em7
Em6
All the lonely people
C
Em
Where do they all come from?
Em7
Em6
All the lonely people
C
Em
Where do they all belong?
C
Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people
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Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Em
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her
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Em
name–Nobody came
Em
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the
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Em
grave–No one was saved
Em7
Em6
All the lonely people
C
Em
Where do they all come from?
Em7
Em6
All the lonely people
C
Em
Where do they all belong?
Em6
Em7
C
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