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All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray I've been for a while, on a winning day I'd be safe to warm, if I was in L.A. California dreamin', of such a winter day I've been in the future, I've passed along the way When I got down on my knees, I began to pray He knows the preacher like he told you He knows the preacher like the gold He knows the preacher like the gold