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