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