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In Penny Lane, there is a barber showing photographsOf every head he’s had the pleasure to knowAnd all the people that come and goStop and say hello
On the corner is a banker with a motorcarAnd little children laugh at him behind his backAnd the banker never wears a mac in the pouring rainVery strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyesWet beneath the blue suburban skiesI sit and meanwhile back in
Penny Lane, there is a fireman with an hourglassAnd in his pocket is a portrait of the QueenHe likes to keep his fire engine cleanIt’s a clean machine
Penny Lane, is in my ears and in my eyesA four of fish and finger piesIn summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundaboutA pretty nurse is selling poppies from a trayAnd though she feels as if she’s in a playShe is anyway
Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customerWe see the banker sitting waiting for a trimAnd then, the fireman rushes in from the pouring rainVery strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyesThere beneath the blue suburban skiesI sit and meanwhile backPenny Lane is in my ears and in my eyesThere beneath the blue suburban skiesPenny Lane
The Beatles – Penny Lane
The Beatles – Penny Lane
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