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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair" f f5 U0 W6 J1 P
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air& O% l1 M# Z8 p2 \
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
; U+ {% s0 [3 EMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim- S) W' n: X6 }) Q) X! `8 g3 R
I had to stop for the night# N+ {6 W0 H4 t( s" l! a. Z
There she stood in the doorway;
, N* Z7 u( U- m9 a& ?2 jI heard the mission bell$ i. _4 ?: G# {( n) |5 O% f+ X( C+ A
And I was thinking to myself,
1 t" M4 y: m- [ D* x/ z x’this could be heaven or this could be hell’3 T5 j/ z1 [ p& i0 _ e
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
3 q7 M9 D* x$ F3 L: Q, Y0 ?1 nThere were voices down the corridor,
0 e! [, I' k7 R! }: @ F; I: e1 II thought I heard them say...0 r# X4 E' I6 I6 I
0 [4 x; N: q; S$ t/ _! B3 N% b5 ^Welcome to the hotel california- s0 A3 T8 R& w
Such a lovely place
+ p: {0 }4 A8 s6 d+ bSuch a lovely face
. B+ i7 ~8 X) j# VPlenty of room at the hotel california
3 _( M9 U _$ b# K$ H( B1 VAny time of year, you can find it here5 k! h3 c! k( R, [ n h/ u7 \, @
) H7 ^9 L, {" L0 t6 ^" oHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
! d" ~4 |( Q( h* }5 F+ a2 ?She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
0 U/ }; D8 d+ u$ _$ w9 U/ xHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.5 O/ i& U" u ^, L1 I* K
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget. X9 h# K/ {* g+ ]9 R/ _" d9 t
8 G6 |9 ~+ D8 l0 v$ j( H0 e5 jSo I called up the captain,
2 r8 P, M$ z. M2 q) { B5 v$ ^’please bring me my wine’( C* X: s! T2 Z5 K" U1 r
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
. a8 \7 p! H" O4 u9 QAnd still those voices are calling from far away,) y. B) C1 |+ H6 Y% i4 d
Wake you up in the middle of the night+ q: h* c" J2 h/ u0 O
Just to hear them say...6 X! k1 z, C b# M; O! y
; i1 A& O- e8 G9 f; zWelcome to the hotel california
\* N3 W" ]- s8 gSuch a lovely place
& _2 b( f* T( JSuch a lovely face
" _$ f( U( b7 l9 K; A$ xThey livin’ it up at the hotel california3 Q! E' g7 C C& Q5 Y
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis3 } J# E' ^' J- [+ h+ u$ Z
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
( {( P! M9 O8 ?( h# {The pink champagne on ice1 t1 T. L9 l" S1 I( Y d7 V1 z) k
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’1 J7 y+ R# Z" ], M* u
And in the master’s chambers,
' T0 b! R! _" Q$ \( r$ cThey gathered for the feast
$ D- [+ V5 P9 }! ^4 RThe stab it with their steely knives,1 L) }$ m3 Z8 N F+ \9 o: I
But they just can’t kill the beast
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3 x5 W% z1 \# m1 S# j: S% CLast thing I remember, I was
+ `3 A9 A2 E1 l" b8 ERunning for the door2 T3 K3 |0 Y- @. d" K6 G
I had to find the passage back! u) Q2 J4 D8 v6 r4 d6 r
To the place I was before
& T& j- w- p1 q7 z8 ~. Z’relax,’ said the night man,
! I7 D- E3 A, A u! k# C0 O5 Q: kWe are programmed to receive.7 ^3 P( u1 V X D4 l9 L
You can checkout any time you like,
) [; h0 R e' T; n JBut you can never leave! |
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