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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair3 e; Q" y) ]7 C; E. d- S" v
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
; C1 n7 h1 z. v2 P8 k- L' h5 h& @Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
. w: P; P j1 L$ x, i: \9 ZMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
5 @! q) h$ h/ @3 x O, RI had to stop for the night. W; M8 R: ~ Q- ]
There she stood in the doorway;3 T3 J6 o [4 G* O
I heard the mission bell; @' s! H/ B7 ~4 V) e. z, F
And I was thinking to myself,
5 Y% o) ?* @ P+ G’this could be heaven or this could be hell’* h! g1 j7 t9 I' q
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way; y' I, N$ ]* N* J
There were voices down the corridor,$ K6 L8 D7 J2 |9 {/ ?7 q. R' ^
I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
j4 L# S2 C P4 l% ?$ hSuch a lovely place9 u6 Z: W$ D7 V0 O& A
Such a lovely face, Z& p; |3 x8 W0 D9 ]! Q: Y
Plenty of room at the hotel california
8 i! H) Z4 S- `4 x% H, gAny time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends% M% Q( P9 ^4 N
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
3 L5 v* ^7 J- Z( FHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
( g0 T# c. V6 [2 `$ ^" F1 V) ^Some dance to remember, some dance to forget& Q* Y* y- G% P( H- G5 O2 A
) D" P5 M2 A8 ?7 a3 XSo I called up the captain,' \: F! L, u! F# W* t
’please bring me my wine’4 E- Y" P- l" u& b% ?. b
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
6 K" k$ j! Q- q1 lAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
6 _) C4 H" S6 a9 a4 NWake you up in the middle of the night
( B9 [! ~: b/ w$ g2 H0 M3 r* t5 j, BJust to hear them say...0 q$ [3 @! P) d& S" o5 ]
% Z! E% B1 Q; t& B& fWelcome to the hotel california
$ q( s* @ U1 t7 I ISuch a lovely place p7 l1 p% ?! j% f# f
Such a lovely face4 _1 G/ Z. x2 I1 L: z; f- {. Q
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
' m! \( _7 v5 F# |/ y8 ZWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis5 O* O6 ?0 h( w, F8 U- D* E
B, \* e; g8 Z+ k( PMirrors on the ceiling,! T/ A" h: e- N" C/ J# g
The pink champagne on ice
& z$ C9 g4 Q! F5 s3 n5 P# h2 r/ L: kAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’. J7 o8 x. t. l6 G' d, q
And in the master’s chambers,1 b+ m/ ^6 w* u/ D1 Q/ [
They gathered for the feast
0 Q5 u( l$ b6 k% O- m" x. d& eThe stab it with their steely knives,
; V( K0 ?4 x' h; v5 w* n' pBut they just can’t kill the beast5 t7 ^8 Q- t5 q8 n; c+ v
6 }. M& Y! E. d9 V9 w; ]' KLast thing I remember, I was
/ B" G! {( U/ I- g5 ^Running for the door
' B+ u6 e+ M; h5 f7 yI had to find the passage back% Y# t! |: k+ Q" J+ C, l
To the place I was before
! n5 g/ }4 M y’relax,’ said the night man,
' c# u% T* i& d0 s9 D u2 tWe are programmed to receive.2 K& A. Y R. f; J: P: Y
You can checkout any time you like,
6 Y: [$ k7 b( uBut you can never leave! |
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