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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
7 R5 C5 @" ~% |# nWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air& _- C* U, Q [( N. g6 b
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light0 b r. @2 V! _) }
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
* u5 k6 o9 `$ Q( e. ?) QI had to stop for the night% h) p( U" \% z6 u- f! z8 _4 I- z
There she stood in the doorway;! p* C! R% T% f7 Q* H$ p
I heard the mission bell3 `5 E3 ?7 f0 }' W, M7 w
And I was thinking to myself,
5 d4 k4 c! A; c: w A, w4 b. h3 i- t’this could be heaven or this could be hell’% T; q5 o7 q7 G! c: A p
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way. {8 A ?7 w" B {
There were voices down the corridor,
1 N. c0 }8 d5 ^0 f' |! EI thought I heard them say...4 ]* V2 Q& w! \% S: r& q
6 ]5 A' a+ p6 R9 {Welcome to the hotel california
9 E6 W2 i# s- `* o [) f0 l6 h# cSuch a lovely place; z3 v4 P& F6 x
Such a lovely face* l8 O N6 t) O5 ?& H
Plenty of room at the hotel california
* Q6 J/ s- h4 k: V4 m zAny time of year, you can find it here
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6 K; u7 d- `8 C2 G% s; pHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
2 \" w" ?8 s) }4 L- P" s% Y# PShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends6 s# J/ K4 r" O6 R
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
+ w( c. e0 I( `$ A" g2 v U. nSome dance to remember, some dance to forget0 b" x g O& B( u
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So I called up the captain,& R, a) z7 B7 X' C6 y
’please bring me my wine’/ C2 a" f) y b; E2 d6 Y4 g0 c
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
# {2 h: P$ A! \0 W/ C0 kAnd still those voices are calling from far away,4 @$ D. G! i% n$ U& S" ?
Wake you up in the middle of the night5 e. N3 ? ~% @: B5 d
Just to hear them say...
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7 |! N, G' u/ o) jWelcome to the hotel california( t* C' P' V. W: f8 d' J
Such a lovely place
- ?5 M) c( g6 d, |. LSuch a lovely face+ n3 X3 {7 ^. E
They livin’ it up at the hotel california f& F V( r8 w" v+ V2 \
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis; t7 m7 z+ D! i4 [. j
, ?1 d. y# g% qMirrors on the ceiling,. o+ n9 ^7 d1 y+ U" q
The pink champagne on ice
9 h) J* P9 g. PAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’/ V% N3 j: h1 J/ L
And in the master’s chambers,* e% F! v0 ?* B6 t8 e+ a0 { a9 d
They gathered for the feast6 h8 j/ v0 U+ y, e. J
The stab it with their steely knives,8 W1 i: R6 h% A$ l" ^
But they just can’t kill the beast
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, r$ t1 D8 d/ w9 V$ q& aLast thing I remember, I was9 F/ Q' |1 Z3 [* {
Running for the door
+ s( B+ t( _; UI had to find the passage back9 R+ Q6 {9 A ?. J3 r) Y
To the place I was before4 N# @6 ]! S) Q) j6 W
’relax,’ said the night man,
o! [0 C" L% L K, w2 w# s- iWe are programmed to receive. C6 i: f) A& z% r
You can checkout any time you like,
3 ^4 P- A/ D8 K5 \$ mBut you can never leave! |
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