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