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In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs The little children laugh at him behind his back Of every head he's had the pleasure to know On the corner is a banker with a motorcar Very strange And all the people that come and go And the banker never wears a mack in the pouring rain Stop and say hello |
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Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen He likes to keep his fire engine clean In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass It's a clean machine I sit and meanwhile back There beneath the blue suburban skies |
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Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout A four of fish and finger pies And though she feels as if she's in a play She is anyway In summer meanwhile back A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray |
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I sit and meanwhile back And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain In Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer There beneath the blue suburban skies We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes Very strange |
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suburban skies the blue Penny Lane is in my ears Penny Lane and in my eyes There beneath |
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