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All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
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All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Father Mackenzie, writing the words of a sermon
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That no one will hear, no one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night
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When there's nobody there, what does he care?
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Ah! Look at all the lonely people
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Ah! Look at all the lonely people
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Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
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And was burried along with her name
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Nobody came, father Mackenzie
Wipping the dust from his hands
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As he walks from the grave,
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No one was saved
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