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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair1 f( i) e% G/ a5 ^5 F' T
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air& C5 u4 U& V/ ]' ^1 a" J
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light* ?; S3 n$ y) x& M" @ ?0 c) b
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim: ^. W! `. A- X. m5 a6 [! b, h
I had to stop for the night
; L" L4 ]- _; J3 mThere she stood in the doorway;
0 D& _: R# ~) X/ B8 F6 TI heard the mission bell
, q4 c( N! H3 R5 l0 iAnd I was thinking to myself,
, o& E* | z: B9 s+ p; r% b6 j6 V’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
$ l0 x$ x! ?0 Y$ Q: f9 oThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way. V S; j( c9 D0 Y7 R$ @+ o
There were voices down the corridor,$ A. K* X5 h0 e* D
I thought I heard them say...4 w5 N, S8 K- @4 x) v2 S! L
' e5 C1 F5 @) `0 H& }. j& rWelcome to the hotel california6 ?4 R# s, K7 m
Such a lovely place3 `3 h" \' T6 q3 I3 U! a6 l+ u
Such a lovely face f" g7 I' c2 H- v
Plenty of room at the hotel california# D# v/ U9 _5 ]/ ^4 h8 e* S
Any time of year, you can find it here! J" T8 _, d( T$ I1 Y# h
0 q% m* }5 K( g8 @- e6 e, m+ SHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
6 w t# U/ _$ |2 s& c; pShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends: R% |$ _ p2 U3 ?+ i
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
7 _( R& \. N# ~ {- [ eSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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& a" n1 g7 u! F0 hSo I called up the captain,
) C9 W h; g+ j3 O8 p" f" S& W5 L’please bring me my wine’
q: { S! `. p1 `He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
/ u3 F7 n7 Z, B9 d& R) M" [7 lAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
& O8 u- Y& T( {' q2 Y+ o0 E6 @Wake you up in the middle of the night8 v( d6 d5 K; a' p- s
Just to hear them say...0 L+ T2 Z. b! j
' D: l/ m5 x! Z U% a; Y3 LWelcome to the hotel california
! A g" T/ Z, VSuch a lovely place* N8 _( o& U% I1 P2 b
Such a lovely face
4 n# q: Y3 u. X% j7 X, i# ZThey livin’ it up at the hotel california. h* ], `. `; x( L
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
% @1 C0 j- h x" x g" RThe pink champagne on ice; w- O7 w% W) y) t4 K; q
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’& _ J) A% w" P* N# p" ]9 M
And in the master’s chambers,
$ T( n0 h2 E, P# i9 s( cThey gathered for the feast# Y2 D: q8 ?4 N8 a3 ] w) q) Q ~
The stab it with their steely knives,
8 Q1 I& C9 M3 ABut they just can’t kill the beast
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9 S9 T, W5 i3 |, K7 D0 K# M( V7 GLast thing I remember, I was
9 c) ^& l# ^9 E; U8 [- e2 uRunning for the door& Z0 o6 U k2 n0 T* v
I had to find the passage back
3 y$ M1 l5 r% W% S+ h4 _# UTo the place I was before
1 x5 z, l" C/ h& P% t' k6 M’relax,’ said the night man,8 b- f. @* N( {- L+ [0 x, u# c
We are programmed to receive.
& w2 G6 \& p* r ]You can checkout any time you like,% U/ }- u3 u l% U* d
But you can never leave! |
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