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