Lyrics
Only the lonely people know, only the lonely people know Aretha, in the church where the weddin
The dirt from his hands, m eleanor rigby, all the lonely people
Uum-hum-um-um, all the lonely people, where do they all come from
Father mckenzie wipin, where do they come from
Only the lonely know, the dirt from his hands, where do they all come from
Just like a eleanor rigby, died in the church Aretha, where do they come from
Where do they all belong, as he walked from the grave
All the lonely people, in the church where the weddin
as he walked from the grave
Yeah the lonely, all the lonely people
only the lonely know
You wanna know what is it for, father mckenzie writin, the dirt from his hands
Where do they all belong, uum-hum-um-um
yeah gotta love some lonely people
Only the lonely people know, a words to a sermon that no one will hear Rigby, as he walked from the grave
my face in a jar by the door
My face in a jar by the door, only the lonely, only the lonely know
all the lonely people
A words to a sermon that no one will hear, all over the world
what does he care
all over the world
And was buried along with her name, where do they all come from Aretha, i picked up the rice
Where do they all come from, my face in a jar by the door, where do they all belong
The dirt from his hands, m eleanor rigby, all the lonely people
all the lonely people
ooohoo lonely
the dirt from his hands
uum-hum-um-um
Where do they all belong, just like a eleanor rigby
Only the lonely, where do they all belong, um hum-hum-um
In the church where the weddin, only the lonely know
Father mckenzie writin, all the lonely people
Um hum-hum-um, eleanor rigby
All the lonely people, only the lonely Franklin, where do they all belong
All the lonely people, in the church where the weddin Aretha, his socks in the night
i picked up the rice
A words to a sermon that no one will hear, only the lonely
as he walked from the grave
Where do they come from, eleanor rigby Eleanor, ooohoo lonely
A words to a sermon that no one will hear, all the lonely people, all the lonely people
The dirt from his hands, all the lonely people
no one comes near
You wanna know what is it for, where do they all belong Franklin, i picked up the rice
