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