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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
& ^* T0 V l- h6 }. y! H) KWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air& R* h( T. U( F' N
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
- s3 Z* ?; i/ L3 U$ d8 w, \. ~My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, R6 V2 f% P, o
I had to stop for the night- N' R, q: U X3 N
There she stood in the doorway;
J/ A- N( M3 m; [I heard the mission bell0 f/ E8 Z, F2 a* |) R4 g& `
And I was thinking to myself,
0 \3 h9 Z4 V+ T4 j’this could be heaven or this could be hell’: P, |3 ` \: q
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way9 \ J$ q5 C( w2 R3 w
There were voices down the corridor,5 T: }+ W# B; y! i6 p# P7 F
I thought I heard them say...! ~( d4 ~4 j7 i* ?: i1 P
' C% _5 W7 }! a. B7 U+ z" D6 i, rWelcome to the hotel california2 Z; y" @! S0 V7 x! |
Such a lovely place$ _( i) H6 R8 M. H9 o5 E
Such a lovely face1 ^. ^, M: A4 @. S) }" a, t1 f
Plenty of room at the hotel california, i0 _( X+ e6 ~ Y1 e8 z& D
Any time of year, you can find it here2 B3 Q; H! o2 h$ B& x
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
# r& B, e) w9 @" ~( c# NShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
O$ j- Y L' }, Q0 lHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
+ u/ X8 e, ]; I- {' |6 o( X- hSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,) l# n# O$ { K- f) \
’please bring me my wine’1 d8 h3 |; A& N4 l$ N
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’5 [/ @% K V7 |" P s+ _
And still those voices are calling from far away,
/ V' h8 k7 {" D3 M& ~Wake you up in the middle of the night+ j5 b0 _" p' Z' z
Just to hear them say...* \' E2 c1 R% m+ ]" V& q$ Q: V% X
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Welcome to the hotel california2 a( k% z: x8 S* U) D
Such a lovely place
3 H' X# z: A; k. t/ h' d% TSuch a lovely face4 W% p; v' H/ ~5 Q/ |
They livin’ it up at the hotel california. Y* n& U! L# m* ?' m( @
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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! R. \/ G0 @2 P# E+ |4 NMirrors on the ceiling,
) y/ E3 l* `# J N* h6 iThe pink champagne on ice" u% [' z* I! m% S' M6 [
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
0 o& a: \! }8 ?. f& [4 n. n! j# \And in the master’s chambers,
: i. j. j# S+ u% v* f0 zThey gathered for the feast( {9 F& d, b. j, c, v: U4 ~
The stab it with their steely knives,* K0 F% T0 b7 a5 Q7 X
But they just can’t kill the beast3 s7 B3 L% I% q5 Q) k$ Q- L8 G0 R$ ?
, t$ T. A0 I1 y) [2 G) V$ S5 tLast thing I remember, I was7 C' d) X3 C, y& Z' F# }
Running for the door
& O$ @4 t6 ~6 g' |I had to find the passage back
2 N3 e3 E+ s& D4 \: S( _To the place I was before
3 a* v) m+ g! ^6 M! U. X/ p8 `; h’relax,’ said the night man,
4 g, M2 S" O) h( @- E$ D2 G7 r5 rWe are programmed to receive.
+ B" q% z/ b# `% p, |) t6 b% _/ i. LYou can checkout any time you like,9 ~, x& h1 D0 {* P
But you can never leave! |
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