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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
" \- p$ F& F% }, [: KWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
4 j& b* V$ _9 YUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light7 t9 B1 k5 J( L/ v8 ~: H( h) m3 y
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
- \$ x% c4 u6 W( o3 tI had to stop for the night
. X1 d0 {5 g! u3 DThere she stood in the doorway;; K6 v. H' I& S+ @3 a
I heard the mission bell$ V5 s. l. c! }2 @, N
And I was thinking to myself,* R/ Q% ]5 K8 `% f" u$ T; R0 S
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
8 g1 h& M# l0 \ B; G! LThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way* q1 Z, W9 H6 b2 ]( }8 Q* L) F
There were voices down the corridor,
9 N2 \" n' G8 ]6 j1 qI thought I heard them say..." {0 K5 u# H s( i
3 g/ A0 p8 u0 d3 hWelcome to the hotel california
% a( N$ j' ~) R, M, D+ l; @* ?* TSuch a lovely place' e1 t1 E* V3 q5 E
Such a lovely face
* G' j) e8 t$ m6 Y, p+ ~3 i1 c) JPlenty of room at the hotel california6 v5 B: e2 n4 @' D* w; p. \6 C
Any time of year, you can find it here# | a" x4 q+ h# E
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
$ @* b" ~: ]) t, @She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends8 j) d7 u" E8 y. w J. |! H
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
$ a: e# k6 Y" D. wSome dance to remember, some dance to forget. ~ p. j/ \$ ~ y2 T( M6 D
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So I called up the captain,
" U2 | I3 l' \5 h+ K- k’please bring me my wine’
/ k$ ^" \& C- m8 WHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’0 o: K% M- a R
And still those voices are calling from far away,& m" I% i- b( X+ y% |, o
Wake you up in the middle of the night
3 Z: J: C& B! L- O0 l! N3 zJust to hear them say...9 \4 z' w+ k# u6 A5 w7 f
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Welcome to the hotel california+ j* j: F; P' {; X
Such a lovely place
7 V1 @* W, j0 @6 r; y- C0 CSuch a lovely face
2 ?. m0 q# j h; XThey livin’ it up at the hotel california+ V+ I* i/ D/ U5 r, ]
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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* B- f2 V4 }- m" l! D) }" IMirrors on the ceiling,1 U4 M7 y: C0 m! e4 b4 ~0 E$ ?. ]
The pink champagne on ice$ Q; w( \$ ?+ W3 y$ ~6 `
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’$ F6 Z1 i4 m& z1 K' j1 ^2 l! d$ E
And in the master’s chambers,
. O4 I6 D' j4 I$ L0 nThey gathered for the feast
& V: ~6 k# b7 `# O- y, c ?6 {The stab it with their steely knives,# I; |+ l' Z4 x5 @$ N
But they just can’t kill the beast* h6 x7 R h' }
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Last thing I remember, I was) P9 B+ ^$ I1 N# e4 \, b
Running for the door
4 i/ x- i! |, o* B# d" vI had to find the passage back
) @5 P6 e. O6 U3 H5 ATo the place I was before& G4 a9 Q2 N U' }
’relax,’ said the night man,
, o) [5 N) U: S7 ~ YWe are programmed to receive.3 M1 n7 z" r- o' H' ~! F" W
You can checkout any time you like,
2 q! x2 [% G7 A. A v+ tBut you can never leave! |
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