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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
8 g0 q, P8 R! pWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
. [' }3 l$ a5 x' fUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light! f& i* |6 q6 y, f' I# f
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim8 Y% T* y0 E+ j0 W
I had to stop for the night. |7 s) X4 Q3 x8 D( e& c
There she stood in the doorway;! X( J% f) k& H4 a
I heard the mission bell/ g/ { r/ S$ k/ U( x4 j
And I was thinking to myself,5 C4 Y& U% _# w( g2 b: z
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
# s8 E, @8 f+ q0 Y; f' T) M" nThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
8 x4 R2 ?- a5 C. wThere were voices down the corridor,- n* ^2 K! s& }2 k) I7 B8 a( [( J, u
I thought I heard them say...
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) W% M2 _1 S8 ]) o A: EWelcome to the hotel california- ~6 X# y# @' |( a ^. D2 P
Such a lovely place1 ^$ G" A, u/ A3 y
Such a lovely face
7 y& d: a( ?8 X7 {# PPlenty of room at the hotel california
' d/ c( I4 X( f+ dAny time of year, you can find it here- o' M8 A# ~; {2 I! A0 J2 i
; ?: x( R$ z5 v9 qHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends* q! E5 [, U' C2 E7 Y. J
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
" F+ }2 z8 H l0 AHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
) {. B5 @( _( b* q- LSome dance to remember, some dance to forget& a+ o: C1 M& w1 Y0 e" V* u7 f9 i% r
9 h6 h9 N3 r) kSo I called up the captain,
$ e2 W# n8 u. P0 `7 U’please bring me my wine’) x0 e3 Y9 G- ~2 k5 r" y: P4 A7 D; z6 F
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’( y: J( x1 Y. P
And still those voices are calling from far away, f3 ~5 H; G6 i
Wake you up in the middle of the night
: W! V/ R; v( i/ Z yJust to hear them say...
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3 T6 B$ i$ x+ @7 Q& m9 ?- PWelcome to the hotel california# p; k$ T" k0 n( B V
Such a lovely place
3 r w: g: u' z% Z" n5 ~7 n/ SSuch a lovely face
# @) y: r' q8 ?* GThey livin’ it up at the hotel california3 z l; r/ q+ [% g
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis7 C! k8 |' B5 F7 P9 g
: s6 W- G7 C$ P+ ?% E5 FMirrors on the ceiling, [. H0 }) r% w, D
The pink champagne on ice
& T: E: n- X ZAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’( r* p; {& b' K0 n6 ~. e0 b
And in the master’s chambers,
6 a+ i- q L, a' y% L5 F# A6 D2 tThey gathered for the feast3 h4 I9 M& z( `" P4 C& y' _
The stab it with their steely knives,
3 h& F4 O4 D9 Q& Q0 {+ z) BBut they just can’t kill the beast& u% M q# C9 N
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Last thing I remember, I was
# R6 j3 m* r4 b- I' \8 `( hRunning for the door) Y7 } A% T! k Q$ m! m8 H
I had to find the passage back9 m( e$ Y; P4 q/ Z: I: r
To the place I was before
. f6 k0 i: C6 D, z, k’relax,’ said the night man,) \) J. v; x; X$ g- g
We are programmed to receive. a! X K2 K! X* y4 v
You can checkout any time you like,2 N; P+ I, J5 L) c- N& i
But you can never leave! |
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