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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a 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? 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. . .Where do they all come from? All the lonely people. . .Where do they all belong?
shehemzai added this comment 2008-08-31 17:44:39-05:00
Ohh! You can comment?! Eee, I love this song also... did you do something to the writing? It looks creepy-good
shehemzai added this comment 2008-08-31 17:44:39-05:00
Ohh! You can comment?! Eee, I love this song also... did you do something to the writing? It looks creepy-good