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In Penny Lane there is a barber
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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
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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
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Behind his back
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And the banker never wears a mack
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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
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I sit, and meanwhile back
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In Penny Lane there is a fireman
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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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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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Behind the shelter in the
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Middle of a roundabout
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The pretty nurse is selling
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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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In Penny Lane the barber shaves
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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
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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
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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
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Penny Lane
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