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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
, g! C# A* T7 ^. n# L$ L# Q' dWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
4 l9 Q" L- D* D1 Q {* IUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light+ N% f5 \; p5 c8 c) R4 H
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim6 u" M2 W5 ^2 M3 Y
I had to stop for the night
k5 n4 J! b3 y5 P6 L1 e+ KThere she stood in the doorway;
, A5 W: x" b) e- q A% hI heard the mission bell
# a4 M# y# g& }3 q' B8 B% B% IAnd I was thinking to myself,0 O8 \$ a; Q4 r! o) a5 y% [
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
) D5 a: c$ X9 fThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way/ B0 H' A9 R& z) b
There were voices down the corridor,8 X/ I7 `- H! ]+ S
I thought I heard them say..., x n& ^+ b$ @
% N0 ^; r5 Y+ lWelcome to the hotel california+ \3 ~# R2 G$ I8 s4 x$ [+ A8 a
Such a lovely place
$ D* H! M4 ?! z) F+ Q* x2 lSuch a lovely face, f2 }% w6 _8 f
Plenty of room at the hotel california0 i0 ]" P$ c- I$ R& I0 v+ e
Any time of year, you can find it here' ]- i- H# s% L, \' h
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
- O$ r$ e# Q' H* dShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends. {) u( o) O, b3 |
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat." [ [" I: s; \9 C h% ^* G" T
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget9 l& E% q% N3 l7 C
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So I called up the captain," ^; x/ [9 m( a! [) `( K% u- |
’please bring me my wine’( s) [. e' S! O
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’; J8 C( l' F1 p8 p# b" b
And still those voices are calling from far away,' N; R& _; a! d! @4 r
Wake you up in the middle of the night
* t: E- b1 k$ L2 ^6 FJust to hear them say...0 u: P5 Y6 k; i+ y
4 M' E- [ e2 O& Z5 }5 Y mWelcome to the hotel california- Z9 |' q3 P, i; F4 i
Such a lovely place
$ O% P% y. C' K) R% T$ nSuch a lovely face/ r1 W. ]/ ^: t1 X+ m) v2 w" B, Q
They livin’ it up at the hotel california4 Q; U: h1 d$ j' c* U P0 `
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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2 i2 X' J5 b) O dMirrors on the ceiling,/ [. Y# K3 F) F3 P9 r. T
The pink champagne on ice0 l+ E3 D- y7 ?- n
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
8 k0 f& T4 E5 x! ]And in the master’s chambers,
7 }3 `: A8 N1 i1 P: \2 bThey gathered for the feast( a; w6 i+ G u+ r' A' q$ Q9 H7 V
The stab it with their steely knives,
* Z/ f2 j3 O4 I" ^( TBut they just can’t kill the beast
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5 F; O" l- P/ \9 s3 ZLast thing I remember, I was+ N! V& W2 R) \! M3 }- _0 w* M# t
Running for the door
9 q% m! y7 u( d3 j# f4 D% @I had to find the passage back
, X7 t9 G6 p& h; b% eTo the place I was before
& `- d: b" ~( p+ L: u0 L! m’relax,’ said the night man,! K' v4 P. \" ^( o
We are programmed to receive.4 J9 o- m* h/ G- g& @
You can checkout any time you like,
- Q6 r: A: w# ?) G VBut you can never leave! |
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