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