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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
8 w& @% z, ?+ {# qWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air' H5 O* n" i7 Y; M
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light3 K5 x- F9 O9 W7 _2 F ?
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
$ \2 u T1 \: T8 W: Y+ \% \# UI had to stop for the night
6 C! \/ ^" c) C `# x( UThere she stood in the doorway;$ f& x* X; s# U; \% H
I heard the mission bell7 _/ Z: L5 h4 i0 W8 h
And I was thinking to myself,3 U4 S( i0 F- \5 ]2 o1 D+ N& x0 b
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
- i3 h& x) ^1 c1 A% x8 |Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
: K5 i8 e/ ]2 R, a% l0 Q4 H5 IThere were voices down the corridor,% R: e: x. L" Y" Z7 d7 W
I thought I heard them say...! y# Q* v3 s6 q* L M, r: a
( M! j4 }( V+ l {* @Welcome to the hotel california
( Z2 O4 h! S' H. }: n# ]Such a lovely place
# x P! w7 O+ v1 M. K; QSuch a lovely face3 ?' _3 C, d; M
Plenty of room at the hotel california( ^ W) J9 ]3 I
Any time of year, you can find it here
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( J |9 Z, j' D' K/ EHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends- _' ^, O; ^" F% w9 c' Q
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends( c$ G6 ^* v' o
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
+ ^8 X2 R( @/ @Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,
( x, d, Y7 R" ]’please bring me my wine’
% ^( a& v8 C' Z5 uHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
2 N# D9 T8 m& ZAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
/ w7 j z1 u* G; HWake you up in the middle of the night
' z* p4 m8 @) Y! RJust to hear them say..., A& m0 C I; z( ?9 s+ X+ s
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Welcome to the hotel california
- j+ }* t+ I; n4 j# F4 JSuch a lovely place, j, L0 `* Z% \3 C7 E) O7 z" i
Such a lovely face
2 Q4 t# Y0 \& b; M% @# HThey livin’ it up at the hotel california2 `" d0 \. v* ]7 D. p6 L" Z u( E) p
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis: v# n F2 F( p* d* s& ?# E
, t2 ^& o5 P# |& D9 y& }Mirrors on the ceiling, a5 Q/ M, P3 g7 U1 u
The pink champagne on ice
) H3 q0 R9 ^, G, oAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
6 z+ B$ A* B- \5 F! ?And in the master’s chambers,3 J" ?' m {" m& y- R
They gathered for the feast
* g" w; D# s7 g. y' B' CThe stab it with their steely knives,/ L! u" h Q! S- N- t8 V
But they just can’t kill the beast- r9 @+ A2 J( R3 e5 s- U
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Last thing I remember, I was
7 A+ T! Z# A) ^# V( PRunning for the door
3 N$ @; A! M9 h# ]I had to find the passage back
( y' \& Q) j) k, |) T. P' \" [To the place I was before
5 B% n8 ~4 x! z# g+ K’relax,’ said the night man," ^1 h% K0 k) o6 z
We are programmed to receive.0 I+ a! i% a |/ c. m6 R, [/ u
You can checkout any time you like,& d; ?8 A4 R% Q
But you can never leave! |
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