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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair7 a, e9 U6 ?* n7 ^
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air: T% Z4 {7 V2 o6 n1 w
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light6 U5 h! B& ~" s' Q: P4 p/ G
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
: @$ h- U! F W& k. u, ^I had to stop for the night" Z, D& c7 z C! L4 ^
There she stood in the doorway;! r* k, g8 G W* I8 K7 m
I heard the mission bell0 h- i& ^* q: m# P
And I was thinking to myself,
5 C7 E' P8 x/ m! |% M’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
8 r" k c5 i! A1 }2 ?" S7 zThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
$ f4 M9 l: {: Z! X. v. z0 \; ~There were voices down the corridor,
* g% G$ H9 g2 W2 HI thought I heard them say...
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2 x1 w, e" s+ b9 jWelcome to the hotel california n; x; ^ K! y) }
Such a lovely place c0 x' G2 N0 H. {5 n* V* _9 ^
Such a lovely face$ G* D* {! w' c7 T# Q0 E: g
Plenty of room at the hotel california3 \1 Q% t4 g$ U+ w7 X+ z
Any time of year, you can find it here: G6 I9 u8 E5 t) E( a/ r. X
; A9 _( |# h/ u/ W# tHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
7 ]; W6 j2 w6 d* N! e% u- EShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends; `- Y. \' Y+ L, u# V1 d6 x5 F. l. R
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
2 K( x' w% d7 Z/ K. y$ nSome dance to remember, some dance to forget6 o, G, Q- a5 w3 k8 W
0 y4 t) h+ J6 I: @5 H* vSo I called up the captain,
; e( j1 M* L: u2 }% F g3 C’please bring me my wine’! G4 Z( G% Q1 B7 B- V8 b2 H& O
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
* ^1 Y% f0 t2 v2 GAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
1 Z( d: P# ?% P/ fWake you up in the middle of the night$ s) p+ ^/ \, h7 \' S7 n9 t4 x
Just to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california- p P" L* A* V- S; l
Such a lovely place
/ J9 [: w4 E, K& `1 `6 sSuch a lovely face
6 A5 ]8 A y" d: f l$ ^They livin’ it up at the hotel california
9 ]* S: u# d" J& y x; \$ qWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis! ? `) x8 |9 c! N2 @3 E( V8 S
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
2 V. Z( I5 ?7 Q2 W: r7 BThe pink champagne on ice {9 [/ v4 O+ F4 Q
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’- T% L- m: `# h+ L. ~
And in the master’s chambers,
: z/ I& z7 o0 PThey gathered for the feast
0 K2 o5 g0 _7 z% f: Q5 ^The stab it with their steely knives,
9 K$ V3 f+ u$ F' g" f0 D2 U/ h( _But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was3 P- B! ^) J' _4 v% H3 Y1 k! t2 ^
Running for the door
H$ e7 s1 |3 o& S& ^ OI had to find the passage back' ]! p0 b1 V1 W
To the place I was before' |+ \, N( N" b! V$ y
’relax,’ said the night man,( C- X7 Q' z6 n
We are programmed to receive.3 t9 K. \7 X, y& ^
You can checkout any time you like," b0 t5 w. W' a: X3 W) d
But you can never leave! |
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