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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
& z {2 y* M0 e& b f1 _Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air+ t- a6 \. ?; e
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light# G- }. K4 L b5 A4 ` I
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim- W, }- n+ h5 j! I
I had to stop for the night" x5 e& x3 t# A/ p5 |! H8 l* s$ m
There she stood in the doorway;
3 f9 b$ G) D* `# T. }# q( @I heard the mission bell) _ a6 r5 P: D6 Z/ T
And I was thinking to myself,' [! R+ e0 g/ J4 A9 w$ l
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’! v! T& \9 r8 {$ ^' R2 c. @. Z$ c
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way1 a# p3 N2 a& f4 F7 J2 r1 W
There were voices down the corridor,1 t+ m0 v* b9 T8 p e# x: a( {1 n. F1 }6 y
I thought I heard them say...
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l! t$ ~( ^4 m! |Welcome to the hotel california
- V( `0 ^$ D- }, V5 [Such a lovely place' B& R" r" z, i& ~* P! k( {( G
Such a lovely face( R/ r* p% m- i6 i) `
Plenty of room at the hotel california
- z2 K: u: z, m& U* \1 ?Any time of year, you can find it here: f0 e% J3 K. Y
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
) V |9 O K* U# i! q( K( H6 NShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
, U) w& i+ ]6 ^5 DHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
/ t. l: ~: q& {- K0 @# iSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,( X9 e/ d& h- k9 E( M7 W
’please bring me my wine’
+ M8 o( y5 C5 P1 J2 e9 s1 g/ u* uHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’9 X/ I. t; ~* A. Y; w o( P
And still those voices are calling from far away,
, p: \+ t- Z9 M& a5 c1 ]Wake you up in the middle of the night' @4 F+ }( o1 S5 Q
Just to hear them say...
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* \5 q8 \7 E/ O1 B" VWelcome to the hotel california0 z' |6 o0 R6 B) x9 `3 s# M. u; s& `
Such a lovely place
$ C6 o+ `' V5 {2 C4 g! Z; l* C; ^Such a lovely face
2 G' ~3 `' O+ t% x7 e7 ~They livin’ it up at the hotel california; W% k4 n( T1 u" S: l; I; m4 v
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis) U7 x# q/ o; O2 u& A* i
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Mirrors on the ceiling,* u4 q% a8 j! b6 l: |6 d
The pink champagne on ice
& F2 g. \% N( e9 @; H- hAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’9 |1 F# E" \: M% W5 R9 q& |
And in the master’s chambers,% e, s4 T" C9 X: G7 q1 n p
They gathered for the feast
" v2 m& o5 _, Y: d% C- oThe stab it with their steely knives,
# k8 K8 o! N( W$ IBut they just can’t kill the beast& S$ u/ ~: _# T' e
4 _6 R9 V u6 A: d& n. sLast thing I remember, I was
- E x- z2 E4 i6 A1 ^' w/ _# dRunning for the door
( _ [% [% V& F8 M7 c8 \2 tI had to find the passage back, Z: V# K1 D) f' ]0 L$ g6 v3 @ C- w
To the place I was before
: ?/ X9 x5 \' S6 @’relax,’ said the night man,
) M) k2 s5 W9 b. i* _2 Y! EWe are programmed to receive.+ Z' B V( I \
You can checkout any time you like,! k2 ]; z) V* D: r) G0 A
But you can never leave! |
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