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