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