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?


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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?


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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


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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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