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Eleanor Rigby.

I can't recall most of the lyrics, though. ^^'

Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Ah, look at all the lonely people.

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?