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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
6 o$ f; y5 L+ _% k% I4 i" wWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
" n4 u: l6 g: [1 bUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light$ X) D( b/ l, f2 H" }) O! l9 Q
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
6 p4 c) M; ^9 w6 ]4 pI had to stop for the night
2 G0 s# i( v8 V( ZThere she stood in the doorway;
" J0 H' a* T# RI heard the mission bell
% g( ]% v0 {- r; ^7 x/ m8 gAnd I was thinking to myself,' x' f5 f( L8 Q3 b2 d3 `
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
7 H6 q4 s+ u$ V: HThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
- Y. G) \- p: C: S4 q3 ?There were voices down the corridor,
3 y7 \5 \9 X) ^* b' o: rI thought I heard them say...
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- p8 g) K: |! q: C$ NWelcome to the hotel california
0 b: B( G' f/ E' p# Z1 _2 E' LSuch a lovely place
T2 U! T; V4 N; MSuch a lovely face
' U2 H; w8 O. ~6 r4 ^& Y3 t6 i: B+ vPlenty of room at the hotel california" ^$ I2 `( C; A( s2 |6 y
Any time of year, you can find it here
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. G1 }) P. [, Y' d L% j* m# e, hHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends6 j! g+ o. y, x2 c5 s3 Z
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends! | i& V& |" Q Z, s
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.6 P8 B% |$ w0 A: z8 ~ Z* j
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,- K, h) H7 A: d; L
’please bring me my wine’0 d: u8 L7 H5 a1 h% |3 o" Y
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
( i+ I1 r) S, U5 H% j* yAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
@ W! ]4 e: f, N5 H9 D& o1 B* DWake you up in the middle of the night
$ b: s" u( [* \, @* RJust to hear them say...6 G1 I% p- f' n. o- x/ n w! m
2 ^* w( d, X! z& Y) y( iWelcome to the hotel california& L) T# y) P* o3 I
Such a lovely place
- x C! B( N( F( H3 f b9 o0 X9 nSuch a lovely face! b+ r4 G6 _; Y/ \' r
They livin’ it up at the hotel california9 d$ P- R( o5 V6 K+ ?
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis3 U5 k0 }7 C" l! X9 I1 n& Q
9 J/ P1 r2 K. k/ M0 ?$ t, o+ CMirrors on the ceiling,! E6 d0 v" x7 N& O3 N4 {7 V9 n1 R
The pink champagne on ice
) }. C+ }3 |5 X7 z I3 W, Y+ sAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
: G% c) f5 A3 i2 Y0 W2 u2 D6 V5 |And in the master’s chambers,5 H8 @" C6 I4 d4 I4 w
They gathered for the feast
6 V' G) A! d- D! z4 x+ ^The stab it with their steely knives,( G; }. V8 F7 I. Q% D5 D) s& y0 \
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was/ E8 t9 v5 D+ F+ K+ n
Running for the door$ U4 l1 ~0 C" {: I5 H
I had to find the passage back
5 a' ~& z+ g, {( a, `, gTo the place I was before
. v C; B8 c7 g. y# n! M’relax,’ said the night man,
; L, W: \! ] WWe are programmed to receive.
1 e3 D9 O9 f/ }; H5 q' w) kYou can checkout any time you like,
- [/ R9 A1 T' _- fBut you can never leave! |
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