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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair2 m/ Z1 E3 y3 W$ z8 j' a
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
1 E" p1 u4 \ g [Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
" r' U6 F# X- x" e pMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim8 X9 P$ E2 l! \! V
I had to stop for the night2 M0 q, p! l, _ L$ ]: c3 A2 Y+ B8 q
There she stood in the doorway;
- K7 p' i8 A) v& e6 LI heard the mission bell+ A, X) V* D$ s( ^. N, U# T' \( h
And I was thinking to myself,. U8 I' [& m3 @) k
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
- \5 J5 A9 T4 Q+ }$ {) NThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way5 k2 @; x* h! [
There were voices down the corridor,- D, q9 w {: a# m2 a$ K
I thought I heard them say...& @/ b& v8 j; T
( F: d$ W2 t$ y$ Q3 @) e, G; I0 Z( }Welcome to the hotel california
! P# K+ q) B& T$ @; nSuch a lovely place1 \9 } E. z7 K# W8 b! G
Such a lovely face) {6 n- ^- Q/ {; b( {: h4 h- y
Plenty of room at the hotel california
0 I9 D! }9 {4 _* e: N& c* KAny time of year, you can find it here2 f, p9 I- ]. Z4 a# b9 p5 \
( [+ f% J$ V* N. p$ ~Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
0 |0 c5 B- \9 P7 V, X& G9 V S$ dShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
: O& D. _# ~& l4 [How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
. Q& r, Q8 r. i7 [8 @! ISome dance to remember, some dance to forget% F0 Z1 j, W3 Y7 K
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So I called up the captain,
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He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’' c& P9 k" r( R
And still those voices are calling from far away,& }, D$ Q3 E4 k {1 r
Wake you up in the middle of the night
4 z- ^7 n% @# d A2 c$ N' e7 _( L( vJust to hear them say...
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# G* B1 f. [) X. \Welcome to the hotel california7 }1 l9 j! X% ~4 o( B. c5 }
Such a lovely place& Y* H2 F+ F( t! d& k
Such a lovely face$ [" x" s6 R6 i1 j* e# \, }7 D
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
2 \# a% z2 G: L/ \What a nice surprise, bring your alibis( y" W) |5 j3 e& O2 J. J& l
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Mirrors on the ceiling,& f/ `7 E2 f6 N s" g4 j$ I
The pink champagne on ice
$ R) J( n, q1 C6 W0 N9 n7 HAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’* d0 Y: W4 K' ]6 o- F3 K; ?) C- x
And in the master’s chambers,7 p- I: J9 }6 j# ], Y) Q! k
They gathered for the feast g0 L, h8 U+ e+ N- w
The stab it with their steely knives,
% H# @$ F1 d1 }0 N t& F, v* V+ nBut they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was0 V& U/ E {1 ~; y0 e
Running for the door# w8 Y4 Z# l* m# i- q
I had to find the passage back' X6 ? U* X# {9 S, w$ M/ x
To the place I was before, K9 _1 A& T& k2 \1 j4 T4 L5 ]3 x
’relax,’ said the night man,6 v7 T1 U/ x) t* [) _/ z
We are programmed to receive.: j3 ~. k T4 i) n! Y( d) b
You can checkout any time you like,& D- L4 Q5 j1 [3 d* {: e& F
But you can never leave! |
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