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