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[Verse 1] |
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Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs |
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Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known |
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And all the people that come and go |
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Stop and say hello |
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[Verse 2] |
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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 mac |
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In the pouring rain |
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Very strange |
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[Chorus] |
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Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes |
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There beneath the blue suburban skies |
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I sit, and meanwhile back |
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[Verse 3] |
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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 |
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It's a clean machine |
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[Bridge] |
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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 |
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In summer meanwhile back |
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[Verse 4] |
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Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout |
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A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray |
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And though she feels as if she's in a play |
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She is anyway |
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[Verse 5] |
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Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer |
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We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim |
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Then the fireman rushes in |
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From the pouring rain |
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Very strange |
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[Chorus] |
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Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes |
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There beneath the blue suburban skies |
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I sit, and meanwhile back |
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[Outro] |
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Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes |
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There beneath the blue suburban skies |
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Penny Lane |