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In Penny Lane thBere is a barber showing photograC#m7phs F#7
Of every hBead he's had the pleasure to kBm7now
And all the people that come and Gmaj7go stop and say F#7sus4hello F#7
On the corner is a banker with a motor car
The little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a Gmaj7mac in the pF#7sus4ouring rain F#7
VEery strange
Penny LAane, is in my A/Cears and in my eDyes D/A
TAhere beneath the A/Cblue suburban skDies
I sit, and mF#7eanwhile back
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hour glass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
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
Full of fish-and-finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though 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 rushes in from the pouring rain
Very strange
Penny Lane, is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny LBane, is in my B/Dears and in my eEyes
TBhere beneath the B/Dblue suburban skEies E/B
Penny LaBne
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