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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
8 d' }! f6 X; A( lWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air5 G" o8 Z: u4 Y5 E3 h: h( u
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
~5 z" ], z: [My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
% B; l3 R/ l5 U( k. gI had to stop for the night
( Z |: B. m! T5 AThere she stood in the doorway;6 {3 u- [( o' r, Y; _+ l, P
I heard the mission bell/ F5 w: `$ l/ m3 o \5 r0 |
And I was thinking to myself,
6 K3 j( F7 h- K/ U’this could be heaven or this could be hell’0 S- N( }1 T( L$ _; h
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
0 X! {5 V8 e( W% h9 t4 kThere were voices down the corridor,
' J9 `/ Z- s) }' UI thought I heard them say... n& U& l4 q4 m8 q! h
# B# b7 l- n) m9 q" qWelcome to the hotel california
4 E, J |8 ~7 h7 A( q- dSuch a lovely place
; c) S7 E0 N7 a3 q3 K, Z+ R& RSuch a lovely face
5 W* E9 O- s5 d. kPlenty of room at the hotel california) @" H2 o R* @, U9 U$ l' H
Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends" w( }( O. j" F$ M' F$ j
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends* c2 v r! t( a- j# n( e$ n6 [5 J$ K
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.% X) D" p! O: m- K2 v2 q. o
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget$ U, c- C" B- `8 N/ z8 }- o
9 A( G2 R: _/ N, Y) L" YSo I called up the captain,6 |# f& s" ^- M |
’please bring me my wine’# |" h2 e4 z; f9 e0 P# q
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
6 }8 S: M3 t$ Q6 f3 zAnd still those voices are calling from far away,* A+ n- M# j! V5 i2 E6 |% P5 Z
Wake you up in the middle of the night
( E T) Z+ p6 ZJust to hear them say...1 `3 v# ?6 q4 K
) j) r1 k- R: E9 I: w T- H/ `Welcome to the hotel california
. d- R9 Z S* Z hSuch a lovely place
- b- {8 U- ? e) Z) f4 {% X2 I& dSuch a lovely face1 _$ G" F! A5 i7 \/ H$ U3 H: `
They livin’ it up at the hotel california7 W+ ]# t {" c* v: }! V% D
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
& i% q9 L5 l# S, PThe pink champagne on ice+ ^4 G* z. a/ G; y# h: w+ [! k0 g
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’& a. h9 o/ n; j8 ^) Z- _, S
And in the master’s chambers,
' I7 G7 k' H, v0 {' \9 ^7 a3 ?They gathered for the feast
. M7 H! d% s0 N4 j( f8 M( nThe stab it with their steely knives,
* a. [7 }2 q. h0 ^0 YBut they just can’t kill the beast u6 [: }6 ~& ~0 x# A) ?! B- K
( a$ F3 k! ?$ C/ m6 w1 DLast thing I remember, I was0 p# V7 X. o& b; {& l# O/ P
Running for the door
6 B' Y% q: W5 s# G' m, oI had to find the passage back
Q# p" U4 t! B% R1 ]; sTo the place I was before% }) b$ f! W2 |3 g3 i* b
’relax,’ said the night man,- a1 e& e% U4 I6 K/ S6 }) q
We are programmed to receive.( C8 u) K, m3 B, D: ~
You can checkout any time you like,. i7 y5 s/ `0 q W4 {) {" d B
But you can never leave! |
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