| C | Em | | Ah, look at all the lonely | people! |
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| C | Em | | Ah, look at all the lonely | people! |
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| C6 | Picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has bee | n, |
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| C6 | Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the doo | r, |
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| | Em7 | Em6 | | | All the lonely | people, |
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| | C | Em | | Where | do they all come | from? |
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| | Em7 | Em6 | | | All the lonely | people, |
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| | C | Em | | Where | do they all bel | ong? |
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Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear, |
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Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there, |
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Where do they all come from? |
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Where do they all belong? |
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Died in the church and was buried along with her name, |
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Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave, |
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Where do they all come from? |
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Where do they all belong? |
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