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