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In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he’s had the pleasure to have known And all the people that come and go Stop and say hello On the corner is a banker with a motorcar The little children laugh at him behind his back And […]

Penny Lane


Twenty-five years and my life is still Trying to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man For whatever that means And so I cry sometimes When I’m […]

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