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