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