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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
0 G: a, E1 Q) r' r- yWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
5 P* i$ v3 c* L m2 c% {( C+ K% FUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light- g+ A) X4 h& i" E0 ]
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
- W$ o- c A* ?" @) W fI had to stop for the night
# V, P/ i* d0 d ^1 ^' SThere she stood in the doorway;
; v9 D7 _) B1 s9 r* N, i' M& X* kI heard the mission bell& R9 V2 q+ ^8 p( y( S
And I was thinking to myself,6 p, B7 J1 X; J. Y1 G }8 B& Y
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
; a( _+ Z: o# ^3 B* xThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way/ e8 H# A" C" n2 n5 z
There were voices down the corridor,; @3 m3 N+ u1 x' j I
I thought I heard them say...
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! O) V9 g% |5 @; ?+ OWelcome to the hotel california' q% w* }1 ?( g/ ]; H
Such a lovely place/ H% _+ A6 ]0 C$ E* o5 Q) ?
Such a lovely face. j8 G* N, G; s3 V# L
Plenty of room at the hotel california* O! q$ i1 M+ A$ N" g
Any time of year, you can find it here
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( _% l4 k) r+ ^3 o7 eHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends# J, h- f% [7 K2 I; Y, j
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends( J. q) j" V4 p3 b3 H# `3 \
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.+ H9 Z4 N* d6 b1 V$ M% G7 v
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,% n6 E7 {0 q: ?3 w. h
’please bring me my wine’
# Q9 ^% H( a. w- p4 N6 @He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
6 t T8 b' `# NAnd still those voices are calling from far away,) m$ a4 S8 D; C. h) g' ^# i( X4 C+ L; K
Wake you up in the middle of the night; T: z% N4 C& h+ m0 N
Just to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
5 F* Q" L6 |$ N$ Y$ Y& A3 b" P0 r( aSuch a lovely place
4 Y1 U& t1 r, N, e7 k$ cSuch a lovely face! ~' R) V' x5 k3 j6 Z
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
) h! N M- ^6 c, s- a7 bWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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1 N% g8 o: L, A) _; x: sMirrors on the ceiling,
' }# r) _, U: f/ F1 QThe pink champagne on ice
& @0 k+ }6 x& AAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ Z/ [ |8 ?; y7 s
And in the master’s chambers,+ w* ~- r# _; f" F- W
They gathered for the feast% x) z- ~# |' z: W+ e6 K
The stab it with their steely knives,( Y0 J+ H& V% X' C
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was9 |" G: H. }1 ~( |8 F
Running for the door: Z9 s' ~$ ?' l& b
I had to find the passage back
$ m3 _! f3 s# P" u+ p( h1 T. STo the place I was before
( ^7 J2 s- s4 B- m3 J’relax,’ said the night man,* X9 L( E5 a s& O: ^4 I: Y7 W1 `+ l
We are programmed to receive.
$ L! W- _- Y- i- R/ w7 s* l9 SYou can checkout any time you like,8 Q; ]% e% D: q5 S
But you can never leave! |
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