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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair" g, m1 P* a3 r Z5 ]
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air4 f F& ?, B0 o
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
) R' L1 q6 t" WMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
! F9 i2 J7 v# @2 a, _9 YI had to stop for the night
) i6 B8 T8 ~$ ]- t4 z' t0 q$ n. E' sThere she stood in the doorway;% r* H/ o& x* u
I heard the mission bell$ r$ q* o2 o4 s5 W
And I was thinking to myself,& Q0 j$ M& N8 u) M4 U( J
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’; }& ?+ e- }# @, f
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
' G6 g+ U ~$ `4 s2 GThere were voices down the corridor,
/ c9 P/ h7 a2 z0 j& |5 c, L9 v$ ?0 oI thought I heard them say...2 r8 L. J2 [5 E# H. ?' o4 T. k1 O; Y
& Z6 [! N+ i- c5 l, F* c0 `+ f! QWelcome to the hotel california& j5 f3 R$ X1 u0 a2 T5 Q7 v% M
Such a lovely place
4 x1 Z" ?, G6 g; ]7 c* t* Z6 GSuch a lovely face
% c6 }& s: A! WPlenty of room at the hotel california1 c4 n4 `' Y3 L0 Q1 W
Any time of year, you can find it here5 U" b% U# F, C. N
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
" ~% F ^# y# J, m2 ^She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
' ?6 _+ M. Z' N$ K, SHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat., G& l8 w6 a* |' m5 d
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,
# E8 t) |# m. v4 ^$ n# t’please bring me my wine’+ @9 c1 O1 z; }7 Z
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
. Z$ C. l. C6 S c& k# I) ?$ [5 MAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
' I" m. T& @! NWake you up in the middle of the night
% K" `) ^+ M. ]; O& c3 IJust to hear them say...
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$ I3 q1 K: q$ z+ Z8 X2 o9 XWelcome to the hotel california! j( m, ^, l! j4 U4 @
Such a lovely place) H5 n0 L" j9 y: \2 ~
Such a lovely face) ?5 U% a R9 l4 a7 Y- B
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
. L( N6 D5 A+ { f8 e* vWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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s: A- W: U9 ]9 m! }% {Mirrors on the ceiling,! k% W: \% I3 i9 t% {) A. c6 \
The pink champagne on ice; n- p9 l& F6 U
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
% y8 D/ R* _% ^; cAnd in the master’s chambers,4 i* R/ `- ~' X+ z1 `% m3 |
They gathered for the feast1 m6 [. L% i' M- f, C. P/ r
The stab it with their steely knives,
# h. _5 U8 c9 l& R9 A R; H8 |6 rBut they just can’t kill the beast
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6 r0 k, J( K. p3 n6 oLast thing I remember, I was$ w h0 z# d% x S) Y
Running for the door& y9 X7 A+ q) p4 V" K( r
I had to find the passage back
- x ?* g C8 x% U2 Q) D" P4 c1 b4 ITo the place I was before
4 P% \& a" V8 i, H/ Y’relax,’ said the night man,
$ @/ v- P: N; ?2 hWe are programmed to receive.8 X7 h8 E! U1 \7 |6 E% z# Y
You can checkout any time you like,7 S" x4 k0 u2 \3 L8 `! _" S7 C
But you can never leave! |
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