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Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles 7 Feb 2010 |

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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Set The Fire To The Third Bar by Snow Patrol featuring Martha Wainwright 4 Feb 2010 |

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from A to where you'd be
It's only finger lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger's in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men fight flaws in science
The words mostly noises, ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory are like music to me

And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground and I,
I pray that something picks me up and
Sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted close our eyelids
And dreaming pick up from the last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping a joy you can't keep in

And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground and I,
I pray that something picks me up and
Sets me down in your warm arms

And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground and I,
I pray that something picks me up and
Sets me down in your warm arms

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