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