Penny Lane((The Beatles)

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And then the fireman rushes in

From the pouring rain, very strange.

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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 barber showing

Of every head he's had the  to have known

And all the people that come and go

Stop and say hello.

On the  is a banker with a motorcar,

The little children at him behind his back.

And the banker never wears a mack

In the  rain, very �

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.

There beneath the blue  skies

I sit, and  back

�In Penny Lane there is a  with an hourglass

And in his pocket is a of the Queen.

He likes to keep his fire engine 

It's a clean .

�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  from a tray

And tho' 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  in

From the pouring rain, very 

�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  skies,

Penny Lane. 

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