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