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On the corner is a banker with a motorcar Very strange Stop and say hello In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to know 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 |
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Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen It's a clean machine There beneath the blue suburban skies He likes to keep his fire engine clean In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass I sit and meanwhile back |
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A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray In summer meanwhile back Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes A four of fish and finger pies She is anyway And though she feels as if she's in a play Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout |
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We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain I sit and meanwhile back In Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer There beneath the blue suburban skies Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes Very strange |
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Penny Lane is in my ears suburban skies Penny Lane There beneath the blue and in my eyes |
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