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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
* {" H, `' M2 K/ J( R5 y' KWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air7 `1 X" M! t! T4 g
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
- y! |% V0 D f8 uMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
/ p2 n2 B1 Q, f5 c6 c1 PI had to stop for the night0 k! h7 Z0 E7 l
There she stood in the doorway;
$ S4 r |+ [' RI heard the mission bell
7 |. G1 f( f7 G" O0 \And I was thinking to myself,
7 t& ^8 g! b& n# `) X" y’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
/ j4 U9 U6 j% l z5 m9 R; aThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way) i5 X" i+ E, z% D/ h
There were voices down the corridor,
- m$ J2 m# @2 h! F: l% KI thought I heard them say...
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; [4 E7 S: ]# s/ V) n8 fWelcome to the hotel california% Q0 f6 k& l8 _, u
Such a lovely place
1 d: ]# g, Y- e3 B# @1 CSuch a lovely face) ~# Y, R- ^4 a4 s: M
Plenty of room at the hotel california' z1 S" J' s3 m1 r0 A( A
Any time of year, you can find it here
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d: g1 G$ Y1 f B: i' {Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends- A7 c. B# s3 p% A) |7 F
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
: e- r/ e( ?: c# w$ \How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat., w( q3 \: K K, s. _- [: y
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget* j, T, F+ S V1 w
6 @. o; U5 a9 s2 M! ^So I called up the captain,
- h1 H/ D0 P! d- `. d6 \# A9 H’please bring me my wine’4 N0 }8 `; c; P. \9 J0 z. V5 [
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
/ q7 c. x! m2 _And still those voices are calling from far away, \1 E& N" s2 v/ @
Wake you up in the middle of the night
6 Y; ^3 _1 P3 c0 l+ S9 m7 Q4 CJust to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
I5 j: O( O6 L/ }9 xSuch a lovely place. G. a, g! A9 ^3 R) v' Q; }# F
Such a lovely face
$ C i* L( @" {; _' u- h/ _They livin’ it up at the hotel california8 O( w' r. @0 y- E f
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
. s+ i, W5 W" {) p% \: b+ SThe pink champagne on ice- N' X2 D, P" x8 O* ?6 f. A& z
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’2 ^9 ?# T" W# f
And in the master’s chambers,
# m: W y0 v V7 F* C/ J- c+ D* dThey gathered for the feast" z/ \, G$ D' e4 n+ B* \
The stab it with their steely knives,5 V' B$ g# R4 \4 `& W' w" J
But they just can’t kill the beast
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6 A0 x2 l$ R3 C" @% CLast thing I remember, I was
$ h3 O5 j' G# {; b4 SRunning for the door+ ~7 P; V1 E0 Z
I had to find the passage back" Z. ]7 U- H$ K q& q
To the place I was before+ ~; u6 T$ S5 s3 L, _: M# y
’relax,’ said the night man,; A; H. x+ R6 T* E4 ~5 M; P4 s( j
We are programmed to receive.
$ K. Z! I" Q5 ?) \) bYou can checkout any time you like,# W; \+ P% U: g# M" ?6 l
But you can never leave! |
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