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