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