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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
0 T- v7 d# U+ ]0 z* U2 e; @Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Y, X1 d9 j% H& x, ?
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
! y4 l) w. F4 D j3 l. \My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
4 ]- U2 m9 R1 b5 X( G& G6 A* hI had to stop for the night$ j7 Z' Y8 W0 D" O" G+ H7 b" D
There she stood in the doorway;- Q# [- A5 v% q$ n5 G0 R; d6 b
I heard the mission bell; h) x$ {* P* |
And I was thinking to myself,3 q% A3 `3 j: u. Y8 @: |, S
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’1 t; k6 K* X! n8 r9 t
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
9 g& N3 G9 e/ F% H1 HThere were voices down the corridor,
2 ~! o/ M/ p$ x3 ^I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
; f4 V1 L4 J9 |Such a lovely place
. R' L3 v, q0 m3 [. R9 vSuch a lovely face9 K1 g. v9 o# C4 y
Plenty of room at the hotel california
5 V- w3 c: {3 b5 R' N# DAny time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
& [% h/ K6 ?6 T8 `3 d, OShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
! ?1 Q0 R7 C" @8 Y2 d! x% P0 G' _How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
3 }7 q2 |5 v7 n; O- Q$ i/ y/ pSome dance to remember, some dance to forget# N! l* r5 K' {; A
6 M. I/ N3 u8 p4 ASo I called up the captain,, }1 \) Z, [" n4 m" n
’please bring me my wine’
$ q$ E) Y8 {3 A J" i V, jHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
5 t) m( j7 \+ v$ D! b6 Y0 mAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
' n/ _ z. M" n" K) XWake you up in the middle of the night
0 e# D% y& y) M W, s- cJust to hear them say...4 K2 R: p. M$ Q& D+ R
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Welcome to the hotel california
+ Q; t1 Z7 U- i( M% c7 LSuch a lovely place! _/ u6 y F# q ], n" T% k; _7 q
Such a lovely face
- n8 S# N$ I- O$ d0 W0 P1 W( HThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
# a( Y [! Z* w, [2 j) [) E4 TWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis0 Y. r. ~" L6 B( C) V
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
6 \6 e$ ^6 T4 q6 Z5 X6 QThe pink champagne on ice
2 v+ t. U4 O) q7 J9 l5 HAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’! w: ?- C& V4 p! m0 M" A! N6 ?
And in the master’s chambers, b9 V' \! r; o9 r% P% T
They gathered for the feast! a, C- \0 l: _% P) v2 m
The stab it with their steely knives,
1 L5 J9 b. o( m4 R6 G, n) w# w, gBut they just can’t kill the beast
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7 q4 g2 M: J1 V x7 o* M7 SLast thing I remember, I was" E8 `, ]3 j* x
Running for the door9 Q6 `6 Q4 }/ |) C+ E5 a6 `
I had to find the passage back
% D7 Q8 O2 Q- w, M2 K- }/ ]4 m5 PTo the place I was before
+ u; d2 P; \ _8 f @’relax,’ said the night man,
7 v9 X$ z1 J1 I. q0 U+ C. vWe are programmed to receive.3 I. Y9 W5 h8 J# n. U8 H+ e* x) w
You can checkout any time you like,- c* }/ B4 F& r4 f! x* A
But you can never leave! |
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