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Stop and say hello The little children laugh at him behind his back 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 And the banker never wears a mack in the pouring rain And all the people that come and go Very strange |
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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 And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen I sit and meanwhile back There beneath the blue suburban skies |
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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 A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray |
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I sit and meanwhile back We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies Very strange In Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain |
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Penny Lane Penny Lane and in my eyes the blue There beneath suburban skies is in my ears |
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