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