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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair+ Y) u/ H" f% v8 L n: N7 J- r- ]! Y3 W
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
2 V" E {) M' }: L+ U$ RUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
) z1 p, C" G" M3 W; k9 zMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim7 N& [! l6 |" f8 p
I had to stop for the night
* m; H, x( e% |# u$ xThere she stood in the doorway;- h4 W6 o" J6 i& Q# V) H3 m1 E [) \
I heard the mission bell" U% p/ R9 p: H8 N; l( {
And I was thinking to myself,, M, n1 s- O e2 T2 X+ W
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’0 O3 t9 P" x9 f8 o
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way" Y/ G; X) A9 m' v1 d
There were voices down the corridor,
$ p+ A% V& s( G) wI thought I heard them say...( i+ _8 d& Z( Q
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Welcome to the hotel california, ~- _5 K9 g! U3 J$ x- O# R# Q
Such a lovely place
( g4 _1 X5 h* H) `6 \Such a lovely face) J2 |7 E% N; g7 A: _& P9 Y
Plenty of room at the hotel california! M v3 S% I0 f; V7 q, T5 n$ D
Any time of year, you can find it here1 L4 M$ C. u+ ~* H8 {
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
+ H! D: U& B0 t; E9 ] U( i) i! h: o3 FShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends: _: j) {2 H5 f E- e) h) e5 s
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.; S% T2 l. e0 m" x# }. k& ^0 a
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget( y* {0 o9 B( v- _* E" A
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So I called up the captain,# _9 D Y/ @8 r
’please bring me my wine’% ?4 r3 E( q8 a3 T8 Y" u9 y6 z
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’8 s& `+ x9 |: h j
And still those voices are calling from far away,
7 C) h0 c3 b4 KWake you up in the middle of the night
& H2 f8 e& v9 v6 hJust to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
" m9 ]5 w4 w) K5 P$ WSuch a lovely place
$ x$ b0 f- w) X8 \1 H8 G7 q7 jSuch a lovely face- T5 v! W- B6 f) @2 m5 g
They livin’ it up at the hotel california1 M# w; M+ Z! u* C
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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1 _/ u) W' B* F: C0 D3 x' @; S: i+ jMirrors on the ceiling,
) \2 [5 Y0 r! sThe pink champagne on ice& Y1 W6 h' `0 l- ^( `: Y" T
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
* ?5 ? m* E" k/ P/ bAnd in the master’s chambers,% E- O# h% ]& K) e* P
They gathered for the feast. u: V. @/ ^- |- r1 Y
The stab it with their steely knives,
9 P8 z. Q! `0 hBut they just can’t kill the beast- n7 a" l8 f4 J2 D0 M
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Last thing I remember, I was" r( @) V) g9 a
Running for the door; \. U) I: M/ K) X
I had to find the passage back
. B, M! L' R8 Y/ l5 K* nTo the place I was before4 [. { j1 P* ~/ u) Y' j8 Y
’relax,’ said the night man,
1 Z+ s5 @, a! G; c9 \; WWe are programmed to receive.
7 ?5 |; G5 @& R( f7 G' ?8 tYou can checkout any time you like,% A* X* K2 R* E; F4 ^' u
But you can never leave! |
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