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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair5 _+ `( R X7 d" X h1 z
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
. D# Z% j- V5 k1 Q$ DUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
7 w8 C4 f( n# h; o mMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim# ]' t" E: m6 {" Q) i
I had to stop for the night
( {0 r- j# G! c$ H3 k qThere she stood in the doorway;) K2 D- h4 Z+ Q e* Q, k b
I heard the mission bell( P/ y$ c2 ?; \& d n+ h
And I was thinking to myself,
3 p$ u+ {1 s$ B4 b7 C" [- A+ x+ [/ L’this could be heaven or this could be hell’; L. K" y, \- ?3 Z4 p" v
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
' Z; o9 c3 d8 y4 o d C, MThere were voices down the corridor,
- y R2 e6 H- d5 I# j. e/ WI thought I heard them say... P. E* G2 K- |/ S @0 V
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Welcome to the hotel california
7 S2 q+ c( {; @& }3 h; D# mSuch a lovely place
* `6 \+ `: M8 w9 H9 TSuch a lovely face( E* r% d5 c; m- l6 P6 J( O
Plenty of room at the hotel california+ B, h$ y+ }0 c" L" L/ n g
Any time of year, you can find it here2 C8 {- M1 S1 \: @6 q# ?' ?. E; o
; S( \5 ]- p2 ^/ q9 oHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
, f1 M5 l! S% _5 a0 z$ GShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
" y, M9 q* L5 W* E+ J0 |! zHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.! b/ n- c. D8 M& |6 P4 M
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget, n8 \$ _2 N# } m7 W8 Q
3 i/ U9 E& m- K k* r, d- U5 USo I called up the captain,
N" @3 B! {% O- h" e’please bring me my wine’' \; W! ^' V5 d
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
8 w4 z7 O1 E9 rAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
: p, ?& G5 U, H+ w' r. S! t- a6 VWake you up in the middle of the night
$ J, o( V/ D7 t) z' d% P/ `Just to hear them say...
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8 o N" C8 W+ k, M# Q; iWelcome to the hotel california- \+ S. r. C; e1 v. J
Such a lovely place
; i$ d0 Z$ X! I, I$ I# bSuch a lovely face D$ m: S0 U1 W& }7 ~, Q" S
They livin’ it up at the hotel california0 Z) Q" ~% @$ G
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis) x( J3 ?6 Z) y- Z. ] Z$ y3 H
$ p+ K5 g; g, R* R! y% lMirrors on the ceiling,2 G' `$ j' d0 _5 G( U
The pink champagne on ice
! H, y+ D' ~# P/ b! b3 i( Y8 RAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’1 o- v3 C+ G2 h2 F$ A8 Y
And in the master’s chambers,
$ O! \: m t) M8 a0 x" EThey gathered for the feast5 j' {' @, O" _% c8 a$ ]
The stab it with their steely knives,- `% t- A* e) w
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was. v& S. k) g1 |) u
Running for the door2 K* F: _ T3 L) f
I had to find the passage back
% q N @, d! q8 D: k. E- n eTo the place I was before& I6 b+ x, S/ c
’relax,’ said the night man,6 H" k9 E1 p. M
We are programmed to receive.3 X, H, x7 [5 T
You can checkout any time you like,' M' _3 O' P2 Y0 `
But you can never leave! |
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