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