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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
# n# f# \( K8 ?0 V u; ZWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
! W$ c, a2 V" Z; l% u0 f: g2 z& SUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
8 Q! j; S5 T( P% N( U6 eMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim6 I4 r7 Q8 }4 T. D$ n
I had to stop for the night' v: G j7 v$ e/ |, H7 y
There she stood in the doorway;! }/ W/ D7 v i( p
I heard the mission bell
0 v8 H" b9 V8 Y* A% OAnd I was thinking to myself,! G6 f: p( o6 w4 X$ T" V
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’# i* _4 h" {6 B" ]
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way, `0 Y i1 g9 B; R! G4 q; j
There were voices down the corridor,
/ n" p& Y3 o9 z. hI thought I heard them say...; u5 l1 x4 J: v4 q3 z
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Welcome to the hotel california
$ P2 ]4 |& o1 L7 i! h) C& ^Such a lovely place% z' _0 H9 @8 i# \; s
Such a lovely face( P4 r) @, C8 ?% ?
Plenty of room at the hotel california. d# j3 Z5 {# b* D3 S7 h, H
Any time of year, you can find it here& N Y, M. H3 ?3 w( ~9 e; A p
9 b3 K/ x! Z" g$ Y# tHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends) A9 r0 v- N' W" D, [. {
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends5 D0 ~& [( k; l3 T5 f; E+ K
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
7 f& \7 I- @, L; i1 U3 MSome dance to remember, some dance to forget; g8 G n; Q, \5 C, ~0 Z$ j
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So I called up the captain,
$ Q% O# d* i* B$ l5 j. C/ G; a% ?’please bring me my wine’6 |2 g# _" j3 o$ ?$ d6 K, r
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’7 t( M2 B- P3 Z4 v% y0 F" y
And still those voices are calling from far away,1 I8 D8 L/ P! ^6 m! Y/ m: }
Wake you up in the middle of the night
% K: z1 |; E1 l4 j5 ^: ZJust to hear them say...
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3 O/ [- I. E2 R* [Welcome to the hotel california3 a, V, K& A: ~6 E. g( g* m( X5 q
Such a lovely place* {* t& q! ~0 S' u. w" G$ @" m
Such a lovely face0 e3 U* F* b& P' a5 a8 @% s
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
( k( m4 B+ r! |1 `* LWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis; f& B1 {$ ~0 c1 H
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Mirrors on the ceiling,- I2 z" e+ X( p7 M( u: ~
The pink champagne on ice, Z/ M R4 w! k
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
. \2 f6 ^' g. o! HAnd in the master’s chambers,4 {3 C1 M: K' z3 [1 c' _* u; U
They gathered for the feast
) f R7 w5 w/ K+ ^3 f lThe stab it with their steely knives,
) N7 t, h5 H& O! JBut they just can’t kill the beast% d9 u+ w3 s7 ?# U/ d: X: ?# w! V8 j9 T
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Last thing I remember, I was
6 d* ?/ z$ U' |' t7 j/ LRunning for the door g9 M% `1 x/ V8 N
I had to find the passage back
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’relax,’ said the night man,. r9 N) [. @' Z' y/ |
We are programmed to receive./ r: z$ m* d6 h3 a+ l8 g
You can checkout any time you like,
$ S O: p9 n2 u; d$ x2 G- vBut you can never leave! |
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