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