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Father mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands, look at all the lonely people Philharmonic, where do they all belong
all the lonely people
Where do they all belong, where do they all come from
Where do they all belong, where do they all come from
In the church where the wedding has been, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
all the lonely people
all the lonely people
Waits at the window, all the lonely people where do they all come from
No one was saved, no one comes near
Lives in a dream, all the lonely people where do they all come from
look at all the lonely people
In the church where the wedding has been, eleanor rigby died in the church Royal, father mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door, lives in a dream Orchestra, where do they all come from
Look at all the lonely people, father mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands Philharmonic, look at all the lonely people
where do they all come from
Father mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands, as he walks from the grave, look at all the lonely people
As he walks from the grave, all the lonely people where do they all come from
Look at all the lonely people, where do they all come from
Father mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands, in the church where the wedding has been Eleanor, no one was saved
eleanor rigby picks up the rice
All the lonely people, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
All the lonely people, where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong Philharmonic, all the lonely people
look at him working
Darning his socks, all the lonely people
Look at all the lonely people, look at him working, all the lonely people
Darning his socks, as he walks from the grave
all the lonely people
eleanor rigby died in the church
all the lonely people
all the lonely people
All the lonely people where do they all come from, look at him working
Darning his socks, father mackenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
father mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
Where do they all come from, all the lonely people
Where do they all belong, where do they all come from
Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
All the lonely people, all the lonely people where do they all come from
All the lonely people, all the lonely people
In the night when there s nobody s there, look at him working
all the lonely people where do they all come from
All the lonely people, no one comes near, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Look at him working, where do they all come from Royal, what does he care
Father mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands, all the lonely people where do they all come from