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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
~1 P3 `, v v( @Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air; E9 m2 @3 |: C- }$ R
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light; n) S- X% C1 S1 U- T% l
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
& w5 A: M0 R6 d% B rI had to stop for the night4 |0 G, h) f7 M& ], Y) O4 w
There she stood in the doorway;$ k/ p* A! \% K, M# `
I heard the mission bell- a( e( [% U8 ?" r' w5 C. q o
And I was thinking to myself,
" P& s2 J* Q, |# K% D’this could be heaven or this could be hell’0 W( A. [) K( u" x) O
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way+ L; u, [* \/ D: |7 c$ t" m
There were voices down the corridor,
6 w$ i5 M3 _/ I1 z& cI thought I heard them say...7 |4 Y4 d* P$ j4 P: l# ?; r% x3 T; h
* |% _* S5 Y6 R# _* F) j2 v& \: OWelcome to the hotel california% p2 u+ F2 h/ G2 Q) D& v: J1 {
Such a lovely place: L Q/ Y1 ~* ]2 N5 E: c
Such a lovely face5 e4 h2 Y8 a8 I- U) x; w$ }5 e
Plenty of room at the hotel california
; z% W' J- Q3 G/ rAny time of year, you can find it here1 C6 g7 `9 z/ h8 _& k
5 n+ C$ A8 |7 { p$ l; Q, oHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends' D, y) l& H+ f) `+ c
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends; c: w5 m Y6 q$ K4 H: S
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.5 P. f+ F W' e# t9 T4 W7 |! d
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget% m# I9 f$ p/ v' p7 ^, b
- O0 ?( K( }( S: wSo I called up the captain,6 m8 X S6 @0 u, i1 U8 }
’please bring me my wine’
: a+ G' [+ {* H" q& b% |He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’* h! H2 q( n7 X% `2 M' _
And still those voices are calling from far away,
% u' ?! u7 V+ t9 p) B: \- n0 xWake you up in the middle of the night
3 B6 Z3 V# b0 b, P0 DJust to hear them say...
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y: J9 D& q1 m, p, p: FWelcome to the hotel california4 h5 i5 o0 I/ c6 y5 n# z0 b
Such a lovely place( i# C1 T: }8 a
Such a lovely face
' A4 i3 C/ ~; AThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
: F/ n: [; r! i4 dWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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R. n+ _' P0 G F# `( x" rMirrors on the ceiling,
1 O" a% {( Q+ R E! |3 D# o1 cThe pink champagne on ice# @. Y7 j4 Y8 d# Z
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
; V8 r" w% S- a: i6 `" \; ?And in the master’s chambers,8 ` j+ R( s! j3 L1 K3 t: W
They gathered for the feast4 h- k& J: E0 b5 j
The stab it with their steely knives,
( I& f1 Q$ U& ?1 }: ?But they just can’t kill the beast/ e5 I6 |' d6 }7 o0 h; I& B
1 u# R$ V! n& DLast thing I remember, I was
( k( W8 B8 w5 j* v# q6 @3 _6 i7 X$ aRunning for the door
. N9 P1 h! u- w/ U) mI had to find the passage back/ z* Z( h" n1 _+ G- M
To the place I was before9 l1 e/ N' ]: I2 w% p6 Z' ?& ]
’relax,’ said the night man,
; D6 M4 Y6 F7 ]1 O" D: R% R- tWe are programmed to receive.2 c: Z+ b1 a8 o. E; i
You can checkout any time you like,+ r, _: U# k6 v! a l+ l
But you can never leave! |
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