9.Eleanor Rigby(Live)
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding
was 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
near,
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 ？
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in 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 ？
(ah, look at all the lonely people)
All the lonely people, where do they all belong ？
(ah, look at all the lonely people)
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