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