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