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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
' k# U* F$ n4 o# y6 x8 oWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air4 ~- l7 `2 v- @6 P& j
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light9 d ^8 R# M' _1 ~" @& \8 D3 X ^
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
& M A* K4 J, x- R/ j; ZI had to stop for the night
4 B+ H( j! T7 }% g( k3 nThere she stood in the doorway;/ ^! x* P* M/ q6 G8 q
I heard the mission bell; r4 a+ D" x$ W
And I was thinking to myself,2 L8 i3 I$ m8 }9 y- r% a- D
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’8 a8 M& m$ Z9 N7 X5 u
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
{0 k* i, v5 u. j6 pThere were voices down the corridor,
) m" N, C3 z; A4 e5 b% u; l* ZI thought I heard them say...8 G" a6 y/ m+ D" S" E( G6 X
9 t* T8 W7 y" x% E2 j% gWelcome to the hotel california1 F4 N' j& o2 L! N. K4 x) t: s
Such a lovely place
4 j- ]/ ]" i& j; h: z0 ^" nSuch a lovely face; t3 D8 F3 X. W4 i, {
Plenty of room at the hotel california
, \0 y+ n; h4 {3 V: ~4 V7 iAny time of year, you can find it here
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& l, m! f* }0 R9 pHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
# r5 G' _8 |& [ y9 R7 l. h5 H7 _She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
" A7 h8 ]5 m5 s/ WHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
* G" ?# s4 m8 m) M( XSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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9 G+ t! W' C; N5 U8 g& b& ]/ nSo I called up the captain,4 R( @& y& Z* d/ w( L
’please bring me my wine’4 f! T% C, Z' w! K
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’( j7 w4 p- G% N- q2 o) \2 e- s# o
And still those voices are calling from far away,7 m4 x7 N; w4 }
Wake you up in the middle of the night
7 w0 \$ C- j5 B" gJust to hear them say...) F. P' I( ~6 N) Y
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Welcome to the hotel california$ Q9 D0 L7 S/ ^% ~9 @7 n# o
Such a lovely place
# k9 H8 j! o* [$ s7 eSuch a lovely face2 N3 S1 z+ z, A% c2 P5 f
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
4 o \: B% }+ {. a5 xWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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0 |6 S# P0 x5 ]# ^ ~Mirrors on the ceiling,1 ] C8 Q, _' |, L
The pink champagne on ice8 S' K$ q/ ^+ L# L4 w/ @
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
: U: ^% C% B6 t. BAnd in the master’s chambers,
. A8 L$ o7 L, nThey gathered for the feast9 X8 V4 v& \1 |/ g6 r" W
The stab it with their steely knives,
; y) P4 q9 V$ a5 D9 DBut they just can’t kill the beast# [( y; `8 m- q+ n- q, O( a" I
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Last thing I remember, I was1 e6 m# `# |/ a2 ~/ d' O8 _5 m
Running for the door
" n0 q( @ n1 H6 tI had to find the passage back
W$ j6 n6 M+ W; _0 T' h! lTo the place I was before6 r ^: A2 ~1 [: b! y! s
’relax,’ said the night man,
$ K: h3 R3 M8 T* C9 L9 yWe are programmed to receive.! N5 g+ i" W2 K# T) X7 R4 S
You can checkout any time you like,& o# H$ g: p7 t
But you can never leave! |
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