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