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The little children laugh at him behind his back Very strange And all the people that come and go Stop and say hello 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 And the banker never wears a mack in the pouring rain |
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And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen 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 There beneath the blue suburban skies In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass |
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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 And though she feels as if she's in a play A four of fish and finger pies She is anyway Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout |
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There beneath the blue suburban skies Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes Very strange I sit and meanwhile back And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain In Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim |
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is in my ears the blue There beneath Penny Lane and in my eyes Penny Lane suburban skies |
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