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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair/ N) z$ F- ^; y( F( t R2 K8 a
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
! A4 V; r' K7 A2 ]! L+ CUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
6 f/ ^4 i' K2 n8 nMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
; ?: c) u6 P5 J7 L$ o; q/ ?I had to stop for the night9 T, h4 q( L. ^. g- v# u/ v
There she stood in the doorway;. ~( s3 o' o x+ g! v$ T
I heard the mission bell$ I. R. L+ i1 b9 O
And I was thinking to myself,3 A2 @ K% T5 w1 v: M& {. @
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
! Y9 |- L- E* SThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way/ R7 a6 R8 E, b9 |2 l9 x# f
There were voices down the corridor,1 m8 U9 Z$ t$ Y( ]% u
I thought I heard them say...5 A7 l' I2 s2 q. q
) h4 @$ I1 y3 e3 L2 uWelcome to the hotel california
+ Q! Q. j% j. ` s. ]Such a lovely place
8 b# z' X. T. k2 R9 KSuch a lovely face H* R/ G; M7 v% O/ k! s
Plenty of room at the hotel california
9 \9 p( L8 S1 q9 s% B* mAny time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
0 i- t4 S2 R5 D) S& ~+ L& x: u# nShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends6 I' p# O7 h$ Z# ~, R" e+ p
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.! ]3 }6 p$ f( d# F* T
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget: I8 m. N- I ^6 n$ E- H# f h% w
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So I called up the captain,
9 I) z2 W4 @7 C9 \8 f. N’please bring me my wine’
6 S1 k t h' ^- R4 e* ~; D. F5 ~He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
L2 o4 x/ d7 H/ aAnd still those voices are calling from far away,' f, G0 A/ ~4 L: s" b
Wake you up in the middle of the night
1 s3 g5 [4 @' s' V" AJust to hear them say...) N% Q* i x5 W" n
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Welcome to the hotel california4 a! ^: s* \9 F9 v9 K
Such a lovely place
, R w0 m7 f; B4 X8 \Such a lovely face4 W. c' O) _* i, i
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
. a0 W/ b7 S' [/ J6 LWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis. m: U3 g+ ^' g" @0 S
+ P8 p% V! P. Y4 yMirrors on the ceiling,* F7 g5 \! y1 |6 V- T9 W0 q8 O
The pink champagne on ice! e7 X% r( i, k, F" H
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
- j: }! U' h' z! {6 NAnd in the master’s chambers,* y2 V' I" \2 }& l# N) k. \( N
They gathered for the feast. i7 W& ?- N$ x9 ]% o
The stab it with their steely knives,
# J" @1 r6 K: }1 v; R2 LBut they just can’t kill the beast, v \7 h2 J, v* s
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Last thing I remember, I was# v0 R2 \' z; C$ y' ~0 S$ N! o
Running for the door9 H+ |: `, D+ c1 j5 |% g
I had to find the passage back6 r9 G$ i+ Q( V' }, E7 y
To the place I was before
4 N) ]! l/ k u b4 H7 Q’relax,’ said the night man,( x/ |. e! T' @$ \, c
We are programmed to receive.; H* t( Z) ^5 v* O! I6 g
You can checkout any time you like,
. W4 D1 k3 r9 L) pBut you can never leave! |
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