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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
; f+ o: N' x' U2 ~' l$ @Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
; p# T5 n7 N( Q, lUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
3 g/ Z+ I5 ]# \$ h# ^2 kMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim% q# E/ k" d* Q7 x; W p
I had to stop for the night' ?$ \2 ^( `9 A$ M! Y8 a
There she stood in the doorway;
- L* z E/ l1 |' B }1 X! ?) e. xI heard the mission bell# A* C f6 N0 }4 [; }! n
And I was thinking to myself,
5 n! k# ^# X- O c M* q4 v% `9 ]$ J’this could be heaven or this could be hell’& A" f% s) H y+ ^# l! _0 g
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way7 L% e& H- B% D- H0 e$ a3 X: X* E
There were voices down the corridor,
6 j- [1 ^# x1 u% U. s& y' zI thought I heard them say..., p& q: a: L6 `1 v" t3 v
1 ]$ L6 q. M' p0 TWelcome to the hotel california+ E/ J; r% \* h+ A$ t2 B8 o
Such a lovely place* y0 F$ t( A5 A5 k
Such a lovely face6 Q2 |- N% S4 a. k4 {6 N$ H8 o+ x; K4 x
Plenty of room at the hotel california
5 a8 `$ G4 s) L2 q% i ^Any time of year, you can find it here7 s t$ m& v$ D: [
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends/ \ |# W; f* v J6 W. |
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
& M/ V2 o* E$ a. iHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
6 ?, V; k' l: @& H9 A' ?; |" q$ h! R1 JSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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# D1 g, Q9 j2 g1 pSo I called up the captain,9 J. g* S; D* E
’please bring me my wine’" [% N' }, _1 U: c4 a+ F
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’3 N) R9 `' A: i' D
And still those voices are calling from far away,* n% ^+ o* A; R/ S- B
Wake you up in the middle of the night7 ]! n2 `- W& u
Just to hear them say...7 h A2 m' S4 _8 {! T: m( X
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Welcome to the hotel california
5 ~8 u' L" U9 e$ y* q2 rSuch a lovely place
" E$ E' p8 S N5 E& l. T1 a- ASuch a lovely face
& |: h. T& T1 Z0 [2 } PThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
. ~, g& s- G, s' t/ ?/ B8 zWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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) H, @! A6 Q1 _6 G" R4 [Mirrors on the ceiling,
! O6 N3 `1 M9 ?The pink champagne on ice
+ f- |9 y3 ~8 |! V+ XAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’* x0 L) y% ^' `$ n/ Y5 J
And in the master’s chambers,, E# _9 h) x0 q. J' G E/ C2 e
They gathered for the feast+ h/ b5 k/ O$ S# U
The stab it with their steely knives,
; X8 b" d" Q6 ~/ L! y4 MBut they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was: B! _: [7 u8 ~) M7 C& z$ T
Running for the door
, }) k! I) w+ z) nI had to find the passage back
1 d3 K) I: f. I6 i9 ~# U; MTo the place I was before
/ ]3 e5 e2 j8 a. K’relax,’ said the night man,4 z+ x- V% k) C- m, `, _$ M5 M
We are programmed to receive." g. e. Y/ j" K7 d5 Z3 O
You can checkout any time you like,3 _' Z0 K. H$ A2 A* R1 b
But you can never leave! |
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