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