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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
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Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light) R7 g" ^3 q3 l0 u9 }
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim5 _- C* [5 K7 j
I had to stop for the night
! m: |* ^1 F6 I) t+ nThere she stood in the doorway;6 x* [ l; `) D/ }
I heard the mission bell0 v3 x s3 v- f% K& }# M! f' X
And I was thinking to myself,
2 `3 j& Z% g3 y# o) c. W0 a’this could be heaven or this could be hell’+ S) B9 U4 a- K) K
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
/ @' s' A# x/ C* s T& u9 h) g4 a! }# yThere were voices down the corridor,, M7 d. v+ w( e, O, x
I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california- J# D% j0 o& }2 e+ k
Such a lovely place) [( o4 @6 y0 t% V5 t
Such a lovely face; L5 d: F5 w" L/ u
Plenty of room at the hotel california
/ J7 t5 d1 ` ?# D0 LAny time of year, you can find it here. Z4 }7 a7 ?- `
4 Y [& ~5 P( }% i* fHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends) t6 X* v% L6 K- Z
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
% i3 Y- F( t2 x; [% _9 c: p* nHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
& D/ [$ }) `, {0 Q& h" `+ \# LSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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4 v: X; e P5 E; |So I called up the captain,
, p) o' W4 k& Z) `( P& k2 g. X4 v’please bring me my wine’
* z9 w Z' D3 ?7 a* x: N" QHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’) N) u. _4 b9 A& I( z* Q+ _
And still those voices are calling from far away,' H; r1 u4 d0 k: ^4 L
Wake you up in the middle of the night6 `* r$ X. F% d( G8 l7 C
Just to hear them say...
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K$ \" K# P3 h1 m8 MWelcome to the hotel california" r, v% V+ B5 u: t
Such a lovely place3 u1 q' q6 Z' o, ]: Y: ?
Such a lovely face8 d; n) b5 f; E" b& F
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
. f8 B; k. Z/ D* k6 vWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
; U- U8 q! H, v3 UThe pink champagne on ice
# J1 S5 J* G( P0 r2 [# Z/ E2 bAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’: C$ t, ]3 S {! Q
And in the master’s chambers,* v! r1 {( z2 f9 V; K1 a& w
They gathered for the feast
$ r+ _; R3 |7 V: \$ EThe stab it with their steely knives,
5 x5 `- w$ k3 {* G1 ]$ }But they just can’t kill the beast: D G' a& b6 F) |
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Last thing I remember, I was
9 V5 v- d* |1 FRunning for the door
. e- B7 a. y. d6 ?; \) ]I had to find the passage back; Z1 t. ?! @6 I% o! m
To the place I was before. B5 M3 Y7 W# v+ O3 A! Q5 a1 @
’relax,’ said the night man,) G5 ?, [0 z2 O2 Q. |, X
We are programmed to receive.
# j7 C+ f0 G. @6 V P- W# t, b3 OYou can checkout any time you like,
9 X, G- B' N# X+ r, _9 p4 }But you can never leave! |
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