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