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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, B9 P- Y5 p9 t
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
5 x" e5 s: O5 u5 {& K2 P7 `Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light1 {6 I3 u0 c% H5 g; d
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
( u9 z! i% e% {3 N5 E; D1 O8 B4 RI had to stop for the night7 M, Y i( Q, f J8 B3 A; ]* o* G
There she stood in the doorway;
7 M/ N, m, _" O5 Q1 J4 T$ ~I heard the mission bell) S! X b) S& O H
And I was thinking to myself,
' U$ m; M* B* H9 x }1 q2 E7 ^: l’this could be heaven or this could be hell’7 Z8 A5 u( e* G
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
Q: ]3 N8 v' p5 YThere were voices down the corridor,* q5 v+ `4 Y8 c
I thought I heard them say...
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) ^$ }# v) c# w/ ^: Z8 B% O) @Welcome to the hotel california/ i+ e0 {' ?! J
Such a lovely place5 }& p9 C9 X v# R/ Z
Such a lovely face
2 c1 L% n9 Q" c+ o0 X# BPlenty of room at the hotel california) Q: P. |7 m& b& q
Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
: n1 e: {; J# M. |- A2 fShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends6 w. b5 h6 G8 @. ]: j* A' o9 j
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
4 K$ Q( P! G5 R; x4 d CSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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+ H7 J% L: o, x0 K2 O, v3 c2 _So I called up the captain,$ l5 s0 }. P+ {
’please bring me my wine’
) P) T2 ]$ [0 xHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
% C8 W$ y" E0 jAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
$ ]" F5 s: e3 g1 gWake you up in the middle of the night
: f7 [1 m- Z5 y% s7 R0 jJust to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california( R3 M* i) ]) m$ Z3 F* u9 H- W3 z
Such a lovely place$ K, Q7 _6 m4 `
Such a lovely face5 Y& h; A y6 x$ x; B& c1 I2 Z
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
u: W7 g; ^- h% A( z2 SWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis! ]# ~5 x& B5 q
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
8 i2 V! V$ R2 G" A: ]8 e* f4 lThe pink champagne on ice
( {( L+ d8 w1 I% iAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
2 [) X& N4 v5 }And in the master’s chambers,
- @' j5 P/ D( H# n/ ?8 C; T# b! uThey gathered for the feast! U" r/ _( T; w8 D# C
The stab it with their steely knives,3 O) K( _4 l+ c7 M( F% t
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was
' O9 l3 K8 a8 B( }( zRunning for the door
* M5 l0 K2 y# ?/ K# ]& z% R9 }I had to find the passage back
2 k9 c% O; z: V- K7 c/ J: WTo the place I was before) \/ e$ G& h9 p2 v. s
’relax,’ said the night man,* `5 a; ^5 r' `2 l
We are programmed to receive.9 @, v) @' v* y$ L u% p
You can checkout any time you like,
# t8 X- d( e7 m4 ?$ kBut you can never leave! |
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