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