:12:00
All the lonely people,
where do theyall belong?
:12:07
Ah, look atall the lonely people
:12:14
Ah, look atall the lonely people
:12:20
EleanorRigby, diedin the church
and was buriedalong with hername
:12:27
Nobody came
:12:29
FatherMcKenzie, wiping the dirt
from his hands as he walks from the grave
:12:35
No-one was saved
:12:37
All the lonely people,
where do theyall come from?
:12:44
All the lonely people,
where do theyall belong?
:12:59
Woe... is me.
:13:06
Liverpool can be a lonely place
on a Saturday night.
:13:09
And this is only Thursday morning.
:13:11
Compared with mylife,
EleanorRigby's was a gay, mad whirl.
:13:14
Nothing ever happens to me.
:13:16
Ifeellike an old,
splintered drumstick.
:13:19
I'd jump into the River Mersey,
but it looks like rain.
:13:25
Nothing ever happens to me.