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