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