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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
$ d+ _) g4 ^# f: zWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air+ z/ M7 K7 R1 \
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light6 f" J2 N% p5 P, e: Z
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim8 X# z6 I0 F* Y: D+ ~- _
I had to stop for the night
( F) i V( b% d) QThere she stood in the doorway;
; P1 Y+ A1 _- a) b- OI heard the mission bell
! p& I' ~5 ^& b* NAnd I was thinking to myself,
# ~) F6 @: }0 f |2 }8 R’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
7 E) i1 K8 m6 k# j- qThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
) N, `; k/ v* e" t, wThere were voices down the corridor,
: U. b2 M9 Y/ E$ J/ hI thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california* B O% @$ u" J; ?, \. d
Such a lovely place) k" p' M. `7 C9 e. u5 u# G
Such a lovely face
! \& d/ B: T6 Q3 c. A. { L8 |Plenty of room at the hotel california
/ W7 q* R6 l' @2 J$ v/ EAny time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
% Z) Z5 d1 R! @# |& |, ?7 n" Y* }+ {8 SShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends6 ^$ F) v# }0 H3 X% ?4 P6 t" a
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.; B2 `! T% E9 w0 J
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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0 z3 b/ j1 S- z G9 i' }* t5 ESo I called up the captain,: L1 O% \) G6 `' J
’please bring me my wine’
9 v, g0 a2 r4 i( V7 Q+ Y/ p0 g1 XHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’8 H$ _, r* s9 e8 _2 g
And still those voices are calling from far away,$ D* X- G" i: f4 ^) ?3 p. z
Wake you up in the middle of the night
7 ?; F6 @# F/ \; sJust to hear them say...
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6 }0 \, t* P) Y6 jWelcome to the hotel california# S& O: [" W+ D- O: s i. \
Such a lovely place
- J& Q& N. h! z, g8 jSuch a lovely face
" e: y/ ?& C9 ~% `They livin’ it up at the hotel california3 y0 x; Y' y8 Q y" x' M9 _
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis1 u( p* p; D8 v+ U- i" R) W" R1 O
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Mirrors on the ceiling,) U s M/ _* c1 e1 ], M8 ^+ X
The pink champagne on ice4 V# C7 a! [1 T7 K6 X; Q) y. `: K
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
3 n V) H) w. W3 P$ F6 dAnd in the master’s chambers,
( P0 C0 y" M# V( A) ^They gathered for the feast0 x* M4 L& B- W" A3 A. l( J# A
The stab it with their steely knives,
- ]7 p- M6 z" w3 X. K, U {/ h% GBut they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was
4 R& v/ V8 P0 k2 e6 GRunning for the door
8 o+ H8 l; j0 J! K% v, NI had to find the passage back
9 @! _2 m; k2 c; l) Z( d3 gTo the place I was before# ^" S) B' Z! o4 s3 B) y
’relax,’ said the night man,
* i% E+ }5 U; M6 m+ S2 xWe are programmed to receive.
+ {! L) { t3 w3 U' ]9 pYou can checkout any time you like,& K( ?% I. ]+ i# t2 u' D/ X: r" u
But you can never leave! |
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