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