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