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