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