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