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