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