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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair& j, Y: [( E7 e9 s7 p' v7 Q 
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air 
; h" i# U: i' P  S6 U$ C* |Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light0 n" R$ R$ Y9 E: a# q" e( N 
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim' w+ z: Y$ |; h( f 
I had to stop for the night 
0 _4 g' ~; u% E' x% j. IThere she stood in the doorway;/ r# y, D& i) N& K2 A- F8 k 
I heard the mission bell 
, @6 Z+ y! z+ H' I- m1 mAnd I was thinking to myself, 
! M) w. M7 [" e. J9 b; i' R’this could be heaven or this could be hell’ 
) y* y5 i; f& B6 K$ MThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way4 \% Y, n' D  y7 k 
There were voices down the corridor,, v, t7 C- `- @ 
I thought I heard them say...1 ]4 p; t4 }9 H5 s, b 
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Welcome to the hotel california2 u5 n" H, D3 f+ l* L0 \) T 
Such a lovely place. z; h& e5 f8 W 
Such a lovely face 
  p9 c- h: e) z, N  n3 }- XPlenty of room at the hotel california& g2 ]0 h* ], `3 n# w+ C* ~; _9 _ 
Any time of year, you can find it here 
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends 
  m" e$ H$ j8 I$ [: ~% U+ XShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends 
5 Y  o) L5 s  n1 u* G* zHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. 
8 ~' ^! W' f  H6 D6 I; ^) eSome dance to remember, some dance to forget/ u9 I* |& \% l" p, \' R 
 
$ ]% u, }% k5 a) d% Q" JSo I called up the captain, 
/ h0 z. F* M- j% j  }8 W6 F’please bring me my wine’ 
: m* \4 p% f* z# E' t0 v, h6 k0 wHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’ 
# Y, O  g4 F  G& c4 LAnd still those voices are calling from far away,+ g% y8 m+ L0 }% P7 ~+ ~) G 
Wake you up in the middle of the night 
: ^/ V# p+ G# ~" R) GJust to hear them say... 
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# S$ `$ R. {- ~7 u1 y" zWelcome to the hotel california 
$ D& o& [3 h1 S# [+ X' L! g& f) RSuch a lovely place) H* I% O9 _# { 
Such a lovely face$ Y3 t' g( \- o: F1 R: ? 
They livin’ it up at the hotel california2 [: C# }8 _% v& @9 v 
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis# f  D% T1 M- X2 ^' q$ A 
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Mirrors on the ceiling, 
( C' |! Q% F/ wThe pink champagne on ice 
2 B" Z' M+ t* w4 f' C, K1 n+ uAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ 
/ D% t" j  c+ [' A: ?% j5 PAnd in the master’s chambers, 
" ]1 O& S, E5 D+ s# F9 _1 WThey gathered for the feast# k7 C% X( @- F+ u 
The stab it with their steely knives, 
7 h/ W  D6 k" @" O1 ?1 `But they just can’t kill the beast 
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* J5 q4 h  e: gLast thing I remember, I was 
$ ]8 _+ }) H& a- a6 WRunning for the door! i# r' `9 S' Q, P& s1 t 
I had to find the passage back 
* G2 o0 N4 K5 Y# JTo the place I was before) t( [8 E8 X3 J# x 
’relax,’ said the night man, 
6 V8 X" O* _7 j* G' s5 d3 N. ^- EWe are programmed to receive. 
+ f* Y9 G: {) o' p* |- LYou can checkout any time you like, 
2 O5 w1 f' g8 A2 t& L1 S* R  ]But you can never leave! |   
 
 
 
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