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