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