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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair% K$ G& |3 R+ r8 G, k, C- E
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
! ]' G4 b: p: y; N) kUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light( H. I1 h2 x; h8 ?. d, J
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
/ _0 t8 c4 k5 _( M/ { |; GI had to stop for the night
7 I/ m/ F- ~( d. W$ d/ w% u9 DThere she stood in the doorway;& ^- A# v: ?4 z9 W$ _$ r& x% z5 U
I heard the mission bell
) ^, r. w5 R8 Q8 @And I was thinking to myself,5 @" z/ h9 | w; |* n. r
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’+ U; q. l% n3 u3 y
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way' ]% _* K9 O' e( m! R- z
There were voices down the corridor,
0 F1 V1 ~. V$ gI thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california$ O! S; p" m8 N) V+ v
Such a lovely place
4 p; ^8 n0 A: P* t: n/ v; dSuch a lovely face
# H/ @/ d0 e N/ t; DPlenty of room at the hotel california' ?$ N5 y1 d( m6 m4 Q
Any time of year, you can find it here
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, f7 W- X$ H2 E F- G+ nHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
& q H7 q% p# KShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
/ P T x8 X- F/ _9 @: `How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.% Y* [+ S* M- |9 ]" R
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,
+ v% J0 N% ~( Z: w’please bring me my wine’. o) V# z8 e8 ^ r" e) B3 f
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
7 _& U! ^7 j; `( y$ [And still those voices are calling from far away,/ \' N5 L9 ?+ O, C: @- K# a- ]9 ^! \
Wake you up in the middle of the night+ Y4 j! V$ A+ D/ T: P
Just to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
+ ]! g0 g! ~+ [' Z, O0 N* G: r7 qSuch a lovely place
8 ~9 s' X( m6 h \Such a lovely face+ v o; x N" s6 |
They livin’ it up at the hotel california \% P6 j( A4 ]+ \9 A' D
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,$ k. r! ^( P- G3 a+ d( S
The pink champagne on ice
T$ h; ]9 W( ^3 EAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’, d+ f2 S+ @$ w2 c$ g
And in the master’s chambers,8 r Q% B+ M8 U3 V ?2 v% o9 C
They gathered for the feast# U7 P# {2 `3 K( V4 f0 U7 k
The stab it with their steely knives,
( I9 Z% J1 H$ Z+ U" l% n9 W/ CBut they just can’t kill the beast4 V& s3 c4 j% W( C( W
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Last thing I remember, I was* t; |1 z. c8 W: h2 `1 @, K2 p# a% X) y
Running for the door, E- R: T5 D0 X9 z; O& }, q
I had to find the passage back N' S7 t' N4 O# h* Z) J
To the place I was before: ^* j+ S( ?: L
’relax,’ said the night man,
2 I" x3 L; u0 j+ ]7 |' B8 L |We are programmed to receive./ p4 ]6 W( @* h% M2 l
You can checkout any time you like,) ^ S: W' S+ c) ?& k. |+ v
But you can never leave! |
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