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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair/ m- ~6 g1 B& t/ n
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air, J: @0 g- T9 C, R
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
2 M2 w9 N1 r6 \# lMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim' d) v" i. f* `! A! n5 u
I had to stop for the night1 [3 {9 U6 U' s; i$ q- w* b, t( b
There she stood in the doorway;9 D' Y4 Y, {8 k! v8 u6 I
I heard the mission bell; ]9 Y2 P4 B$ A. T" A; x* t3 a
And I was thinking to myself,
; y. i3 ~0 X- L% w" _+ p6 l, c’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
: r1 v% G% k% R' k( iThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way/ s8 |2 I3 Z) Y* f5 ]6 c
There were voices down the corridor,( n( l5 N2 i1 F A7 [6 J6 l1 k7 }
I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
( ]% y) J& o( ?- E: W& U" MSuch a lovely place9 [5 F7 a. K2 R
Such a lovely face
8 J# k) l+ X% y5 o1 x9 O: T& A* ~Plenty of room at the hotel california
* F: H; D+ B1 a. R; xAny time of year, you can find it here
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! e$ v( g6 h9 X4 g+ Z7 nHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends g8 m6 r( U! ]4 t4 v- w6 Z8 t2 F4 J
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
2 A5 B3 j# k# [: XHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.$ s/ N, d- O& b2 D$ L6 p
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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, ^ M$ q# J; a! L- ~3 v6 ZSo I called up the captain,
! R, a, |+ F1 V6 o4 s’please bring me my wine’
5 N& o/ Z( M$ c5 jHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’$ r+ R4 Q& u' z0 w7 e$ C; w
And still those voices are calling from far away,
% f( B. q- T) V4 b" j) NWake you up in the middle of the night
4 H4 P( P! [/ p DJust to hear them say...; W* B. w2 g8 G( r4 `( B, x
% S) x2 j3 @* _, v0 OWelcome to the hotel california
7 ^, O/ ^$ m+ ]9 SSuch a lovely place; |9 M2 ~8 ~) m' D' N
Such a lovely face
: D! X2 w$ C* \! ? tThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
* N$ @, r8 ?- K1 w" rWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis/ ^! G5 m8 k' p3 m4 Z. p
5 N) q1 J: w6 Y4 I1 z7 j pMirrors on the ceiling,
# @8 ?" E9 l% _! F' CThe pink champagne on ice
% N. M0 Y8 R: hAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
9 ^. _, q4 c0 i) k4 H5 DAnd in the master’s chambers,1 x) i6 G& I/ c: `% E
They gathered for the feast
8 b/ h7 Q; d+ j% R3 rThe stab it with their steely knives,5 P: ?* I. T+ v" {9 H
But they just can’t kill the beast
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3 @2 G4 I/ y2 ~9 p3 t7 }Last thing I remember, I was( L3 h9 Z' r; B
Running for the door1 t9 i2 }& e9 s2 b
I had to find the passage back$ F! A, u+ H I. ]. `7 g2 k# k1 o
To the place I was before
1 a; s$ _6 e+ `7 r, j’relax,’ said the night man,
6 f$ [) I0 V. b! UWe are programmed to receive." ~% t! I: m3 }- V3 w4 R6 A
You can checkout any time you like,) _4 B8 Y) V( }5 W# L+ k- W3 E
But you can never leave! |
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