Текст песни Eleanor Rigby / Elds - Vanilla Fudge
                                                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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