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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
% G! |; @; _. d0 KWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
; [' k; e9 f5 k* ZUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light0 F2 x& M$ t7 u* d( B. {! N
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim) b, q9 V; W9 D% G9 s9 [& a( ]
I had to stop for the night
- Y7 e% W8 u# |7 F' ZThere she stood in the doorway;* g2 c' G, U8 K& O7 W) k0 l4 @
I heard the mission bell( }4 n. y3 J. f' _
And I was thinking to myself,
, s$ g! A x3 ?6 x# E5 @’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
" Q+ r4 c7 r1 Q- QThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way% K3 a8 w; y. W' c0 V( p$ P. z W% n" m
There were voices down the corridor,
' m' f) |8 d0 h, ?6 [I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
% }7 L, d( G! h: D% j& u3 ^Such a lovely place
& r( S- Q+ C3 JSuch a lovely face
' M. I3 O0 B/ g- N7 RPlenty of room at the hotel california1 i- `( c2 p, b4 I& [7 e x
Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends% ~( g9 D5 X: J/ s4 d* z6 B* U+ K
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
6 ~+ ?4 W) u- S& C. eHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
0 I3 x, f7 w) X. b" g3 QSome dance to remember, some dance to forget( `- H( Q% h! X2 i. I1 Z- t
( k8 d# t9 I$ f0 Q8 I2 b# CSo I called up the captain,/ p) t2 j" A: Q$ w( U; ~+ T2 h/ q
’please bring me my wine’
# s s# H. I# A& b, t( JHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’0 o) C7 j, U" \4 `3 n9 J; D
And still those voices are calling from far away,
7 s% V' u& [9 e! a3 wWake you up in the middle of the night; Q! m* ?: Q7 ^6 w' ^$ C/ E8 @
Just to hear them say...
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) h5 y9 f; i+ U# L- Y8 ~+ a# _+ N* v. kWelcome to the hotel california
2 K/ S/ S- p9 E. wSuch a lovely place
. M# ?+ L A2 n2 Y+ F4 USuch a lovely face0 V# n. e0 x, M/ a. C- d
They livin’ it up at the hotel california0 q! x! S8 x A" H6 k0 x+ r L
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis; V0 D4 q, W* o+ j Y% B" Y
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
3 v O8 B5 P( k) y7 h9 a- ~! p9 `The pink champagne on ice
- N3 w4 S6 C% t0 ?( YAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
; f6 Q/ G8 m- `3 y6 E/ p6 sAnd in the master’s chambers,
$ O2 N; i& C d- OThey gathered for the feast, b1 [* o3 }7 _; y1 J% i6 M# V
The stab it with their steely knives,
! p% B; e: c9 f+ g- V A {But they just can’t kill the beast+ n& g6 S2 q% R0 B6 ~' y- ?7 @7 e
: {$ O& M8 Q$ b: O7 o' q; m% ^& YLast thing I remember, I was
4 b( v; I* n1 j: b) m( DRunning for the door
o$ c( G7 i* B0 F" a0 nI had to find the passage back! d7 W/ a: o# K3 _4 E" i
To the place I was before: A& M7 A6 K, O/ _8 @7 `- X. _
’relax,’ said the night man,. B! I/ @; i; W) u' u+ J5 s; A
We are programmed to receive.
q, F/ D# M, q; \, D+ iYou can checkout any time you like,. f. z# y/ E! d1 P! V6 [1 R
But you can never leave! |
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