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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair' w; Z# U: J6 k6 J! b$ D
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
1 I* \4 V* p% u- kUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
9 u+ A; k. V5 e+ v' UMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
3 f, T& `2 B# @) g" h& JI had to stop for the night
9 M" P+ @6 l8 e* z, u' KThere she stood in the doorway;
2 P' c1 w6 f0 [/ G/ M8 U8 tI heard the mission bell2 e' r Q( X8 m$ z( \9 B
And I was thinking to myself,: Q' G! H W1 P+ x- d4 ^% b
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
( i+ P3 I1 v, M# nThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
2 T, s7 X. G4 m4 @9 a3 NThere were voices down the corridor,
& r2 {0 a# ?& i* F4 V4 ?$ W7 C% ?I thought I heard them say...6 Y, `; n5 B7 W( |
+ a7 u' |9 E7 E8 i; pWelcome to the hotel california6 K, W) T. K# s( \$ u' q+ b' e
Such a lovely place
?6 ~ c: T: T. M4 b2 c! xSuch a lovely face
) }9 T% g& g7 w2 _Plenty of room at the hotel california
. Z; j# q. ]$ J; w9 {Any time of year, you can find it here: n4 D, z" I$ W# x/ s
9 {. l) T* \3 m) G1 U, MHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends' f, l9 {5 X5 o' R5 c- u1 x' l7 p/ M
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
- Y/ s! u6 K" \$ P( }0 L3 UHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
0 @$ x3 y( M. m7 m9 }' s) bSome dance to remember, some dance to forget: Q7 E7 B$ B* q+ Q' i6 r% c1 ]
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So I called up the captain,, E1 w, p1 Q8 Z' P
’please bring me my wine’
. Z4 d) ^/ u; [3 Z+ P* {' V6 V7 `He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
- L6 B' Z: w+ g3 j5 F8 L1 \9 fAnd still those voices are calling from far away,# t+ O4 D' y5 b( Z# i7 C
Wake you up in the middle of the night
( V# [! B* q4 fJust to hear them say..., A+ B5 L- i* n
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Welcome to the hotel california& F% A+ B4 M- g7 y
Such a lovely place4 x6 I, b% ]+ R1 k
Such a lovely face l( q4 i* t( i! Y
They livin’ it up at the hotel california& N- ^; o' R4 Y! v
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,- _/ _* w. C/ U; \
The pink champagne on ice: l' c4 r; y) B/ e9 D( W
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
% ]% t( A$ e4 p3 K% n7 `And in the master’s chambers,) S) E$ `. [/ D1 z" V- v- s2 d
They gathered for the feast
4 \* c. x8 K9 p1 _5 \' h) d! AThe stab it with their steely knives,
8 l: e6 p1 x! B' Q; J( X& W. vBut they just can’t kill the beast9 p, [. U5 o9 w) q8 T+ W4 \( [: K! @
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Last thing I remember, I was% b% f0 H; [+ l4 C( `3 j
Running for the door
z2 f) b, P$ i2 B2 \I had to find the passage back
; c b' u' o8 `- S& }To the place I was before- A2 h: |2 X/ f" Z( d% f* O% ~! W
’relax,’ said the night man,6 l+ r9 i$ M# c5 G
We are programmed to receive.- k8 e; Q3 r: N5 n- t4 F0 e* L
You can checkout any time you like,
5 q& o6 K3 U8 f: oBut you can never leave! |
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