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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
! z3 h0 J) s/ E3 q( Q* M6 l$ fWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air% @' b9 n5 c0 I! T; H2 p
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light" w! T: p# w" Y8 h# W, a+ u
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim9 y7 H; [( a! ?, H
I had to stop for the night
% E$ H! A5 w* F1 D( X' aThere she stood in the doorway;% n8 Y& p p1 k9 z y# [) B
I heard the mission bell
0 H) U/ G: [4 ]& w- Z! MAnd I was thinking to myself,1 }0 z) d9 ?) n1 K2 t& b7 C
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’$ X& d2 a5 }( D0 D% y6 t
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
+ n" w& o9 {) D2 l+ G: f# HThere were voices down the corridor,2 r1 w; F' O0 S) A* P
I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
3 n5 b* V: l2 J- H! SSuch a lovely place
& z! b/ Q7 O$ L8 D7 vSuch a lovely face
9 H0 A5 l, ^( t+ y$ RPlenty of room at the hotel california6 ~$ r9 P* h5 l+ @
Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
8 E% w; o( c$ ^% X% f7 ~, i1 @6 ?She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends( c6 \1 j. o) v* v. B
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
m4 D$ e( @, ?Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,
3 }" O+ [# n. ^: v. {, \) o- f# V’please bring me my wine’) w& o( ~) M" j% R% x$ L: y
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’6 q5 q9 ?2 A. k: I$ Y0 u R) F
And still those voices are calling from far away,
0 I5 u8 T& a5 p( @Wake you up in the middle of the night
' E5 M) b5 O: f- p# o2 fJust to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california3 a: r6 x4 f8 ]4 p
Such a lovely place
" w/ ?' I* c7 o1 e' b6 ESuch a lovely face( z; M& ~9 l! X* }. o
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
7 O2 Y, x$ w! Z6 `2 KWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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7 C1 v; [, v# `1 W, WMirrors on the ceiling,/ L9 ]7 m, t$ F- @& `6 U
The pink champagne on ice
" N! E. n: D$ t2 k) v: h/ ~And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
, b# \0 S; _" g1 z; t9 [0 JAnd in the master’s chambers,$ U2 [& g: \0 H+ R9 K
They gathered for the feast
" B8 F. k( y. `# I/ e. j' e+ kThe stab it with their steely knives,4 e% L J1 ]' N
But they just can’t kill the beast0 `& }: d5 w& _$ X* K0 j
% n8 D0 a. w, I% r6 gLast thing I remember, I was2 I$ m+ d, j9 L/ a6 S6 i7 d
Running for the door
' s/ q( I, E! FI had to find the passage back. I ]6 l+ w) }/ e5 T
To the place I was before: w# x5 I5 A* ^4 I$ P
’relax,’ said the night man,
/ W @# Q6 \8 t; R1 W& E' o8 zWe are programmed to receive.! I* b! \- U. N
You can checkout any time you like,
$ k+ s8 E" a" L+ c [/ [But you can never leave! |
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