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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
/ i$ I' V6 E: f" |Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
6 h1 g: H9 M3 X% R) TUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
# T4 x5 r1 q4 j, ^0 P) Z7 XMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
% B( P' h, ]$ i- E) A* yI had to stop for the night
+ y y4 U4 e) r& p* [8 gThere she stood in the doorway;, v' y$ \2 w6 ^. T$ {! k7 D
I heard the mission bell/ [5 F6 d2 R) L" E+ l
And I was thinking to myself,& S' T1 L% g4 I# y
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
5 G8 t# u! e" sThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
3 [+ m \# M# m. z q( y6 KThere were voices down the corridor,- E3 ~3 h7 E: O) Q( c+ q
I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california# \+ k3 l9 } _( j. j- o
Such a lovely place
, ?+ V0 w. T+ F9 z ]Such a lovely face
% F0 ~0 [ _7 u7 CPlenty of room at the hotel california
% {9 z3 Q, M. XAny time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
! |. n3 f: Q( R3 @1 F3 ]5 a8 xShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
3 m+ C6 n0 c* E1 Q+ }# `6 uHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
/ T- _+ w# p3 C. j9 XSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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" W3 }* N# I1 [( A! F7 f5 _: R+ [So I called up the captain,
+ E- A; c3 h* f! E$ L5 n! D’please bring me my wine’4 K5 q q9 Q5 M5 l
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
; r: R! i4 a0 n. M# b( V7 a3 z3 JAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
# S6 m5 @3 u$ FWake you up in the middle of the night/ E9 } @; u- `9 B: {
Just to hear them say...
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7 z. d0 X: m8 r2 k- h; EWelcome to the hotel california6 D2 E* x# _9 |2 m
Such a lovely place
2 a7 y# a3 c/ y; bSuch a lovely face
0 K6 z# s( e, \4 C0 R" [4 mThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
" w3 s& k( m0 }9 C/ Q w0 JWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis% h! ] c+ w d& ]# F
4 E7 b$ o) h/ s) lMirrors on the ceiling,0 h. p/ Z, t5 P: d+ ?7 {
The pink champagne on ice
- Z! b4 X* D, w$ K! lAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’: i. y5 c' y( v( Y" O; T" l7 J
And in the master’s chambers,# S2 ^: s) E4 ~7 {, L- l+ r
They gathered for the feast* ]3 h' V$ G" q; `( U9 @' y
The stab it with their steely knives,
0 u% G9 n5 X% h0 R0 Q# `But they just can’t kill the beast
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4 Q. m, H9 i/ jLast thing I remember, I was
! _) Q9 f' s, V+ A7 wRunning for the door
' D6 R0 F7 r% y# \- x3 U( WI had to find the passage back; _& B0 m s. n+ R
To the place I was before
' @8 K V0 t9 e* F. f- u; T’relax,’ said the night man,
9 C. J. e( O, g& Z+ K0 s( ZWe are programmed to receive.
) {9 \( V) `, L1 dYou can checkout any time you like,% @- Z/ z% I3 A* ?: Y/ R$ |
But you can never leave! |
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