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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
8 G, e, s) a$ p: E5 ~1 z- F WWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air6 h8 i; N) g2 x" O, i7 m: v
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light" l2 o2 I6 Z" E( i7 Q
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
+ Q: s1 J9 z& v2 RI had to stop for the night
I: w/ ]9 Y* Z yThere she stood in the doorway;5 H6 N3 ]% y! f' ^8 P6 k) l
I heard the mission bell# ~9 }+ c5 z7 R3 |0 r0 [6 P
And I was thinking to myself, b) N3 X8 |4 M, i) S% U8 |0 v
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
7 l h4 Z- n" b* c3 @ GThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
% u7 C' }( v# K8 s$ Z1 lThere were voices down the corridor,
) u* m- `0 t$ ^5 k# xI thought I heard them say...; K& @/ z: G1 O$ q: N1 j- W9 c
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Welcome to the hotel california
5 U Y! d* S1 {! M V3 |8 j9 wSuch a lovely place
% H- }1 g( E: ]5 p wSuch a lovely face
( z8 h8 G: |+ ` z* B8 y2 NPlenty of room at the hotel california X8 ~ f* |, ?
Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends2 ]/ v+ x/ X, J6 c
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends& e7 c1 F2 p* j* g& S8 s- c- v
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.3 l, I# t0 x, L2 G
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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& G) t; r. ]6 g( y" x; g5 \So I called up the captain,
( A+ `3 L$ R1 B, ?4 d- Q9 t’please bring me my wine’& n, X5 T, l# C4 r, B: i
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
5 g. X8 @" E6 y! K, h3 v% JAnd still those voices are calling from far away,. ^5 T5 @5 g2 U4 I
Wake you up in the middle of the night* h. p9 m+ j. g' C/ D
Just to hear them say...! }2 R" p2 ?) P" |
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Welcome to the hotel california5 [1 L N5 _' K: z) `/ y0 Z: F# M
Such a lovely place# `& h7 q# p, M n
Such a lovely face& Z, U3 D/ r+ _; N
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
, S S8 q7 d/ S( k/ e5 C9 Z* G9 jWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis9 s! {* c, ^! x# B
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
2 N' {/ V2 R) n. v: U/ ^/ e rThe pink champagne on ice1 r( L6 `. j/ a w( K
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
: U* O% \0 ?* ?2 Y" qAnd in the master’s chambers,( G& M9 B4 M9 C: g" ^6 N
They gathered for the feast
% x6 E# M& t8 c8 t y _' xThe stab it with their steely knives,- w5 }4 k' i+ D2 _6 s6 L
But they just can’t kill the beast. c+ B$ `% Y! h N5 Z; Z
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Last thing I remember, I was
$ i3 T8 Q9 x0 t( J/ @Running for the door
9 \4 p' @2 ?. o# T6 r# ?I had to find the passage back/ |, C0 x% @ [% [ C
To the place I was before, Q# ?: V) H( k+ q8 c, e
’relax,’ said the night man,, i% a( O7 a) i7 t" D: l
We are programmed to receive.
2 T0 _' w2 K6 O! ?You can checkout any time you like,
3 d9 i/ ]! o: L D7 o+ J2 _But you can never leave! |
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