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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
7 y; I" L' g; U( t$ w: L! K/ UWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
+ X" p! u. c t* }* O7 I6 XUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light& _, p) y) g6 t5 Q; M: F- l
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
5 h$ _( Y c9 t6 ^, jI had to stop for the night7 U, Y3 F; v) \) {" y7 V' Z% _
There she stood in the doorway;
' o9 j0 J1 c' l. O1 n9 P5 e, |3 V' fI heard the mission bell$ F. o; M- J+ d/ X8 P" O* E
And I was thinking to myself,
. k4 z/ \ C4 H9 t’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
7 n6 {9 n% a: [# |* rThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
9 e P4 D, |" ^6 A5 P0 y' X5 HThere were voices down the corridor,
4 r, M- l5 k# [* zI thought I heard them say...' a p. B5 n x; Q
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Welcome to the hotel california
: H+ ^$ U5 c: O) T& D6 RSuch a lovely place
3 K2 w7 d9 I/ C5 B9 v, y& GSuch a lovely face
; q" n# c2 [! g9 I( C* ePlenty of room at the hotel california
?) F: j" b1 ?7 l1 a! D3 P% JAny time of year, you can find it here
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- W0 G8 ~% @: p: T; d) Q3 o& LHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
) n8 m8 l1 k: |# s, {1 ?: AShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends. [# N9 L! ~. Q0 t
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
! ]" k" z: m; O( E0 K7 z2 FSome dance to remember, some dance to forget. Z5 ^% U+ A& r% A
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So I called up the captain,
4 ]' V/ \7 j, H) Q# A' \! Y’please bring me my wine’
- m" F4 }/ h9 JHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
! Y+ h1 ^( S. w3 Y9 d3 xAnd still those voices are calling from far away,* `+ k' n, o* J5 k9 w3 [1 e; }
Wake you up in the middle of the night
# ?+ n' q) @- J! f( T7 FJust to hear them say...7 a6 n2 Z \9 d
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Welcome to the hotel california5 P# H! G2 V# y5 O! w
Such a lovely place2 L9 y8 @' G. b q( w
Such a lovely face' f3 p/ ?' `' X2 k4 m3 c! A
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
: E J8 w, X1 s* f( LWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis9 s' N( L) s8 ?: g+ G
9 Y7 F! [# ?+ t3 B' ]- mMirrors on the ceiling,
3 H% Q! Z& Z) b3 aThe pink champagne on ice# |. {# h: {1 X& M" K, f
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
! M2 a3 R9 ~$ F4 ]* j8 F8 WAnd in the master’s chambers,3 k" [; a7 q3 t6 p; O# a
They gathered for the feast/ _' t$ b% g7 z& b) b @
The stab it with their steely knives,
b5 B9 [/ P* b( ^( |( L, qBut they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was
" U) X: N* h' S+ L( ^- N0 R; F7 K2 n# VRunning for the door
6 S. i0 H, @; V/ N! a2 iI had to find the passage back0 N5 g( Q, b9 J7 }% Q6 l$ S$ V
To the place I was before
# H8 S _6 p6 t2 r7 U( D# F) B1 Y’relax,’ said the night man,
; D# U ^2 O( v! CWe are programmed to receive.
) v* Q4 P1 C2 k/ G9 V! V7 m$ yYou can checkout any time you like,
. a3 y" m) w2 j! \$ W# {But you can never leave! |
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