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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair# b# w* O' r6 h, }- K
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air7 h- [3 w, j+ _1 K
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
; d2 m* \3 N- qMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim- Y% Z& v( h& d
I had to stop for the night
* W" f" v; J" U7 P0 IThere she stood in the doorway;* @. _; t) j! t- {# T3 `$ T6 \
I heard the mission bell6 @- u% i/ n( F$ x$ y7 p8 B- X
And I was thinking to myself,- B" y6 \( y' y: a& C
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
8 q6 Z% ~- T; V. c" Y$ c; PThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
1 }4 o6 J+ y) ?0 ?4 }9 `' YThere were voices down the corridor,* i/ ]3 I) O( ~9 |; O/ C) R8 P
I thought I heard them say...
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# Y% O0 P' i8 d ^: _; ~1 y+ Q5 BWelcome to the hotel california0 o- u: P5 s5 S/ @
Such a lovely place
5 |* `+ ^/ J" z5 ISuch a lovely face
; B! }: s( U. f# c% F6 H6 l+ @Plenty of room at the hotel california$ F) }; m- f" Y' ?2 t
Any time of year, you can find it here
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- `- n- O$ D* T NHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
* j. {: {9 i u! VShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
4 v( n) \2 V9 c' B( |1 P+ P7 wHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
' D& z6 k9 D# vSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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9 B+ A9 I, l" n3 jSo I called up the captain,
& z; c7 W3 t- x9 \0 W’please bring me my wine’; ^8 T( G; U t2 e
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’; W8 ^) h1 N* [7 c
And still those voices are calling from far away,* m% R! z: O- t8 I7 n0 J: Y0 z/ N0 @
Wake you up in the middle of the night' {% m' q1 D( R
Just to hear them say.... A2 N a5 m( O5 g1 J0 Y
: y- j8 _2 h: F7 oWelcome to the hotel california
! K w$ ?6 p6 D9 @# J, N YSuch a lovely place; E# o' u; y% [% u
Such a lovely face
& C$ N7 d. n. q4 v4 ?. CThey livin’ it up at the hotel california$ Z" W [& M; r7 m' B w% g
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
4 x, N7 I% M0 F6 O" F- L* rThe pink champagne on ice* M. {1 M6 R$ B, \3 a$ L% }; V
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’) f+ C9 p/ w( X5 L
And in the master’s chambers,, v3 }3 z; w% p& |+ A( z" m: j
They gathered for the feast
3 s) E; c- D& M" M! lThe stab it with their steely knives,) t$ E6 }/ V7 }; Z
But they just can’t kill the beast$ v* u# f# V, G2 ~0 P! ~* U3 T
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Last thing I remember, I was6 y3 {% e7 J! o0 Y+ P
Running for the door
, V; M# K8 u. \3 I( zI had to find the passage back1 I5 P. H/ E5 A. o* W/ k) A
To the place I was before4 l; P: o8 [- i) u; j }( ]
’relax,’ said the night man,
+ q! B' j# s: d3 V/ G4 }- xWe are programmed to receive.
/ _6 E. i5 g& n' H1 s/ h' qYou can checkout any time you like,
/ w% W- w5 v7 F% D" s) IBut you can never leave! |
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