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Back alley and smooching in the back seat.

I took a trip on a train and I thought about you.
I passed a shadowy lane and I thought about you.
Two or three cars parked under the stars, a winding stream.
Moon shining down on some little town
And with each beam, the same old dream.
 
I took a trip on a train and I thought about you.
I passed a shadowy lane and I thought about you.
Two or three cars parked under the stars, a winding stream.
Moon shining down on some little town
And with each beam, the same old dream.
Taking "moonshine" from the poem:

illegal liquor
 
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