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 has 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
Of
a sermon that no one will hear
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 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
All
the lonely people
(Ah,
look at all the lonely people)
Where
do they all come from?
All
the lonely people
(Ah,
look at all the lonely people)
Where
do they all belong?
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Ah,
look at all the grown up people
Ah,
look at all the grown up people
Eleanor
Rigby, Picks up her toy
From
a box and it breaks on the scene
Let’s
out a scream
Wanting
another, sad little face
Waits
and sit as she glares at the door
Always
wants more!
All
the grown up people
When
will you sing this song?
All
the Grown up people
How
can we get along?
Eleanor’s
father, gets home from work
Then
goes straight to the fridge grabs a beer
No
one comes near
Look
at him drinking, let’s out a belch
Friday
night TV light unaware
Sits
in his chair
All
the grown up people
When
will you sing this song?
All
the Grown up people
How
can we get along?
Ah,
look at all the grown up people
Ah,
look at all the grown up people
Eleanor
Rigby, cries for a toy
To
enjoy and there’s no one to blame
No
new toy came
Eleanor’s
Father, was not alert
And
got hurt and falls fast to the floor
He
drinks no more
All
the grown up people
(Ah,
look at all the grown up people)
When
will you sing this song?
All
the grown up people
(Ah,
look at all the grown up people)
How
can we get along?
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Friday, September 21, 2012
The Beatles Eleanor Rigby Remix
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