Roundabout歌词
penny lane
in penny lane there is a barber showing photographs
of every head he's had the pleasure to know.
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 the banker never wears a mack
in the pouring rain, very strange.
penny lane is in my ears and
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