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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair( e1 a0 h/ @" H- N
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air; f, {6 h. {! d; `, u
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light( I2 Y! d. ~- c W: p
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim0 P" R7 R1 S( u( K8 B( r
I had to stop for the night: d2 r$ z7 b; U6 w- C, R6 I; f
There she stood in the doorway;
- a) E0 V5 f) M& H" [( m% m1 UI heard the mission bell5 y+ Y" N- [. b, {# z8 y
And I was thinking to myself,/ h5 d b6 }2 @% w3 ~
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
0 E8 K1 b0 {% k: x1 y$ ~& G) CThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way- a C# J# ^$ C+ L, |, T
There were voices down the corridor,
8 c% O& h1 B/ g( A% C0 gI thought I heard them say...3 s4 h$ L9 U& P: R' j
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Welcome to the hotel california9 \/ h; Z# B' d7 D. q9 Y
Such a lovely place
7 m" B4 f3 R6 o+ ~- o7 iSuch a lovely face
0 h$ I7 E0 Y$ L) h5 NPlenty of room at the hotel california
) T. F7 `, U, b/ L' AAny time of year, you can find it here& y6 M. z& I& y% F5 G2 ?6 {
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends: \: g0 `# M% h* E; V \# W
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
5 o% z* ?1 x: EHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.; x- {4 ^0 p; M" T, e% |$ R" J- D
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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% q9 r: k" H9 DSo I called up the captain,! {' c! q% x" B6 W# {
’please bring me my wine’
$ F" g9 H q; f: ]He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’0 j8 U* O5 a+ t3 M
And still those voices are calling from far away,- j3 V: u- \. W1 m( A- Z
Wake you up in the middle of the night
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7 Y9 u: K9 b( y8 K0 N# zWelcome to the hotel california
0 B) p! j0 `4 JSuch a lovely place
- E/ t) R9 |" G7 ^5 ~+ W1 FSuch a lovely face
+ X% y: p0 { ^They livin’ it up at the hotel california
% K" B3 p4 h; W3 aWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis8 y4 @' d1 j" I
4 L! A, m" O V( Y. z2 |Mirrors on the ceiling,
! w% U2 c# ^ A$ N7 \( x* R8 {; \* r2 fThe pink champagne on ice
' b) x5 r7 Y7 {: [7 M# rAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’! y" l6 _* @. `* i
And in the master’s chambers,- L5 d* s1 K$ p6 e* `& V" R% R
They gathered for the feast
3 V3 L- B. C6 Q* N* V9 sThe stab it with their steely knives,* `( _3 N4 x: b! j
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was8 l: q5 ~* G1 ]5 I& D$ s+ x
Running for the door! ?9 N6 L" k, \$ t+ I0 }- Y2 h5 q
I had to find the passage back
9 n4 n: X" i2 v3 F6 u* i0 qTo the place I was before
* @/ |, }3 [3 b+ X2 B# d$ o0 \’relax,’ said the night man,- |. ]; z. ?8 E; s
We are programmed to receive.
8 }) w* Z6 J: Y# f5 x3 fYou can checkout any time you like,
9 b0 o2 [( `+ w- r/ rBut you can never leave! |
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