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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair( e4 }$ t. b5 x4 o. }! S
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air* L$ x$ {0 R5 [# f) `
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
( _+ W8 R0 R4 ~+ z4 ^My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
8 S( v+ L1 V9 A9 I& OI had to stop for the night
5 j, y% a2 e2 c) L, f& g# EThere she stood in the doorway;
4 B7 A5 C" X( q( v" e8 _% FI heard the mission bell9 ]4 g9 d* Y9 V
And I was thinking to myself,
6 F9 d! j/ V% L8 L M+ }’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
! F$ b E- l' ?- K. g' ^ L. ?Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way0 g1 |- U+ K8 H, t2 n* C/ F
There were voices down the corridor,
- M% Y+ O9 V p rI thought I heard them say...' S: [* L4 O. V z0 z, E
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Welcome to the hotel california
$ W: ]0 H O4 v' {( l1 z. I' wSuch a lovely place
! f1 c( n ?6 Y. d0 `Such a lovely face
) u0 {/ A# b9 D! m q8 S: o6 A5 ZPlenty of room at the hotel california9 ~6 _1 I; p3 g; @* n
Any time of year, you can find it here
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5 l! T" [! L3 r7 UHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
0 Q5 N3 M; J. G. kShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
) `3 {0 W$ h6 R2 cHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
, B5 M( A5 H% H5 l) w/ DSome dance to remember, some dance to forget) D$ ~( t& T# n+ v. G* r
# ]( g" {! _. O( } sSo I called up the captain,
) T% {4 f( C* Q6 T& g3 N’please bring me my wine’% D( C6 \# `! g2 O
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
0 b- e* O" I2 ]And still those voices are calling from far away,* t _: t j0 g L( w% q e% w+ n
Wake you up in the middle of the night
) j- y- b2 m( e0 |8 fJust to hear them say.../ l) _. M) K* e) v
/ ]8 }2 ^0 |7 G G0 D8 O9 P4 RWelcome to the hotel california) s" \8 H6 w" v9 _
Such a lovely place$ L8 C- p' O, [: \* j4 W
Such a lovely face
j4 ]' l4 b+ v! e8 iThey livin’ it up at the hotel california' H! U$ {4 |$ |- F2 O6 e3 d; m
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis0 z+ h' l0 A. V0 M
# C' a$ E" m% N/ W! k& WMirrors on the ceiling,6 a: r1 t) T& x' j3 N# j) T
The pink champagne on ice
' E2 r7 K: z4 R5 E4 k9 t3 hAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’8 G! l7 u- `6 ?9 V( ?3 c; S
And in the master’s chambers,
) L5 r; u: M" j. U2 q8 EThey gathered for the feast
; u8 a* ?4 z" h2 [3 b9 ?# `# KThe stab it with their steely knives,' F5 g0 [+ g" x+ { a3 @0 l
But they just can’t kill the beast
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7 N) I9 @! i" qLast thing I remember, I was
7 r5 S1 n, ]/ URunning for the door
" y' f6 Q& H/ J, m6 vI had to find the passage back
l- u7 f8 n9 f# i! mTo the place I was before, _2 H6 q' M, o. B7 }& z
’relax,’ said the night man,
( D' O* r$ O; w. N8 T% n3 pWe are programmed to receive.
4 X5 W8 z- V1 L+ g1 y) _2 `% L: QYou can checkout any time you like,8 |$ f4 z+ ]& f" o
But you can never leave! |
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