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