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