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