Lives in a dream

Waits at the window

Wearing the face that she keeps

In a jar buy the door

Who is it for?



All lonely people

Where do they all come from?

What does he care?

All the lonely people

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

Where do they all belong?

Ah, book at all

The lonely people

Ah, book at all

The lonely people

Ah, book at all

The lonely people



Ah, look at all lonely people

... people

Ah, book at all

The lonely people

Ah, book at all

The lonely people

Ah, book at all

The lonely people



Ah, look at all

The lonely

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

No one was saved

No one was saved

No one was saved

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