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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
/ O9 l: Z9 h- k5 ]; d" AWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air- ]/ v* f! {# y8 ] G& d5 ]
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
( t' n- P) U8 Z* d1 V; UMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
% O8 e/ m6 M- r+ H0 b4 S+ HI had to stop for the night( t' q* \) S0 o, J3 D, Y2 d @4 N7 P
There she stood in the doorway;+ c6 J1 R7 [2 }, s* D; h
I heard the mission bell. C/ f9 k2 c) K- r* p
And I was thinking to myself,2 f% L1 t. K) ?+ h
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
1 W1 P" g8 n! n9 Y" TThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way5 e, i/ |* p; g
There were voices down the corridor,
" F- O% G/ P5 _# i% f6 ^$ |1 ~I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
' D8 z/ L. i: ]8 y+ R+ zSuch a lovely place) \& A5 n8 ^" j( i& ^. \; l/ {
Such a lovely face w5 W# O+ L) [8 L; Z
Plenty of room at the hotel california1 r3 j9 T0 D8 S+ H6 N
Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends- C; k0 K0 d% a/ Q5 r- `
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends! ~/ K4 P0 G. F
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.$ [& E* E: Q# V
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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% X0 ?9 n$ L/ kSo I called up the captain,
% B* v4 G3 O! _! V: m! \. I) V/ e* `’please bring me my wine’
. S+ n M3 R: W: ^ o9 fHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
" N9 n" d8 O' s+ d1 q8 G! g+ fAnd still those voices are calling from far away,' R; A3 w0 W1 e* F* k
Wake you up in the middle of the night8 v* S' R; N2 [9 l& V8 ]
Just to hear them say...
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% M* p. [, \4 L4 ~" m! q D+ j9 yWelcome to the hotel california
. P, M# A. C; c: L7 K6 M USuch a lovely place( u7 H9 G# k9 x. t) R- U) K
Such a lovely face0 ^$ L: ~3 \* D
They livin’ it up at the hotel california7 K7 E/ I' b2 n9 x: K& A
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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0 ^4 {, h& ?* M# }3 I; t- bMirrors on the ceiling,2 |0 G1 W8 v6 Q2 `0 k! E
The pink champagne on ice j x1 K0 K5 }' P! T, a
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’; s8 t0 T3 T7 _* ^% O
And in the master’s chambers,
3 E6 ?8 U- R% n3 Y7 @4 R2 {They gathered for the feast! L0 G0 g6 G6 }1 `1 x
The stab it with their steely knives,( E, `: t( [4 j
But they just can’t kill the beast
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& h% m7 U7 j! L4 BLast thing I remember, I was
) o; T. i7 C% H, L; oRunning for the door
) Q/ l9 A. T# _* D. y7 q2 l9 u0 OI had to find the passage back7 j* `- R: @, h' W5 W9 `# y
To the place I was before
2 p$ s3 ?0 \9 x/ l) D" I’relax,’ said the night man,
8 r- ]. s% y. I1 V' qWe are programmed to receive.
" e Q; u3 c# L7 eYou can checkout any time you like,; f/ p9 R- I! v2 K3 x8 w7 }
But you can never leave! |
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