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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
+ w: I' E! M* n3 Q6 \: CWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
# H6 o6 T, A+ tUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
( k! U3 b* k- ?% ^5 W0 LMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim2 S P6 A/ c, @1 i9 M
I had to stop for the night, E G6 w& P" r; u0 `+ X' j) `
There she stood in the doorway;3 u( Q) b- z6 A; e* |& z1 o; e
I heard the mission bell+ V6 D3 E1 t9 m0 L; c
And I was thinking to myself,- T& R7 ]) x8 A% K3 l: z4 [% r
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
. c1 j6 p/ _$ Y8 \) ]" Z* zThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
) r7 z, R2 U" n3 A* C/ j$ z8 wThere were voices down the corridor,/ b; k" w4 l `9 G0 x
I thought I heard them say...
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0 r, N/ ]$ ~$ ?: |- ^Welcome to the hotel california7 y5 m" ~& Q a% N/ [) R
Such a lovely place, `. b% B. j! J2 a) \ E3 F
Such a lovely face
" f# k- @, a- P$ t; rPlenty of room at the hotel california
& b4 ^2 A) G5 [" X& \# B* S% zAny time of year, you can find it here3 m m. J% T5 y/ G }
* l, s. t4 M: G" RHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
- R0 g6 x% b9 z' YShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
# ]$ ~& f; Q4 DHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
3 I, k( O: Z0 m2 [) ?4 e) Q, VSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,# a6 G- h; M+ h+ I
’please bring me my wine’$ Y* j. N! O% Y; x" z
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
7 e4 N9 S2 Q, g9 B Q# mAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
+ v* k, \2 Z! ?7 V9 DWake you up in the middle of the night
; @# Q) ^) e( _' }2 v* ]- w" HJust to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
# u% G6 ^0 H$ p1 j# kSuch a lovely place E5 X' f0 ?: a7 R
Such a lovely face
" ^% w h. B) C( D g8 j$ ?* Q {They livin’ it up at the hotel california# } f% o" q& H+ C1 u
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis0 f8 h: I a, U, Y4 I$ A# ?
" S2 K8 q6 w. T: PMirrors on the ceiling,( R0 ]! W( B A* g! `5 X
The pink champagne on ice
7 j3 }: |; O% v6 |6 y5 NAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’% [% ]# E) [8 v# \5 @0 Z8 \
And in the master’s chambers,
! h4 {0 C7 i/ c1 C$ RThey gathered for the feast' c- u9 O8 R( L& {1 w
The stab it with their steely knives,
6 @5 t% B9 N3 c4 P/ aBut they just can’t kill the beast
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, g. y$ u6 m/ w; h* K' z0 ]8 x! TLast thing I remember, I was
/ g1 @; J" i+ u, o) `Running for the door
) u; d9 V! |2 z7 J% ^; O! N$ `4 gI had to find the passage back, V& `0 ?8 g: K. _% b8 R8 A1 e% x
To the place I was before
6 h) }5 }1 ?- }$ h( J’relax,’ said the night man,5 B/ y' l. o' v* f2 A( u) f
We are programmed to receive.
; r5 I ^$ @' [4 t WYou can checkout any time you like,. [6 d5 J1 p9 O2 j7 o
But you can never leave! |
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