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