A Dbm Ah, look at all the lonely people A Dbm Ah, look at all the lonely people Dbm Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church A Dbm Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream Dbm Waits at the window, wearing the face A Dbm That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for? Dbm7 Dbdim7 All the lonely people A Dbm Where do they all come from? Dbm7 Dbdim7 All the lonely people A Dbm Where do they all belong? Dbm Father McKenzie, writing the words A Dbm Of a sermon that no one will hear, no one comes near Dbm Look at him working, darning his socks A Dbm In the night when there’s nobody there, what does he care? Dbm7 Dbdim7 All the lonely people A Dbm Where do they all come from? Dbm7 Dbdim7 All the lonely people A Dbm Where do they all belong? A Dbm Ah, look at all the lonely people A Dbm Ah, look at all the lonely people Dbm Eleanor Rigby died in the church A Dbm And was buried along with her name, nobody came Dbm Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt A Dbm From his hands as he walks from the grave, no one was saved Dbm7 Dbdim7 All the lonely people A Dbm Where do they all come from? Dbm7 Dbdim7 All the lonely people A Dbm Where do they all belong?
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