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