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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair8 I, {8 Z- {- i0 I/ h c# [3 f
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
, a3 j$ Z+ a# O9 Y% AUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light5 {" K% D3 x5 s( b5 X! s
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
$ W2 b4 {( f2 Z' {* B# QI had to stop for the night( U% y \. \* L, |+ A
There she stood in the doorway;( \: |: [2 i, z0 K+ Q
I heard the mission bell ^ g$ Y' u0 w2 n' V, S
And I was thinking to myself,
- r( q- a% n2 k, {$ Z" K’this could be heaven or this could be hell’7 ]) v7 e* X$ G1 E" Z
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way4 V8 k3 W$ n$ }
There were voices down the corridor,+ c1 z; {# P) F$ F1 ?( N+ _: H1 h+ H
I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california+ v+ _$ A! R, n9 C# S- V' s
Such a lovely place/ S8 H% ]4 R' T! j- G7 v; n3 U
Such a lovely face
- ], U8 D2 V3 }- a3 |# q# B3 HPlenty of room at the hotel california/ e. T5 K F% j( M
Any time of year, you can find it here& X6 |0 f; B5 q$ }6 X# \- a |: k
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends) ]8 P, a$ a! a( P( a; z- [6 _
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
8 I! v3 Y& j* o" C, X2 CHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.3 t1 m$ M2 z% b6 ?* {
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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5 E+ k) a$ X: c1 D4 r; hSo I called up the captain,
' |. \2 W. q, f7 L$ E7 K7 r. f3 X. m’please bring me my wine’0 n7 v2 z. G$ v B
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’, q# l3 \, D4 X& N
And still those voices are calling from far away,
2 g+ b3 n2 F+ w1 a1 V2 g( XWake you up in the middle of the night8 u# ^4 m/ K" x/ V" K
Just to hear them say...% x& \8 P, @8 g( w9 z. _# ^
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Welcome to the hotel california" ?# u5 y! n4 U
Such a lovely place
, i" j! s/ ~9 H" xSuch a lovely face
! ~6 m+ g0 p$ W5 P7 `. ]- WThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
2 P/ x3 w$ M& G9 y3 r4 qWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis$ Q$ t" O* b' @( G" t- @% Q. ]
7 |, @& H) F" dMirrors on the ceiling,
$ {7 l5 t0 b# H C" P- H/ yThe pink champagne on ice
) S3 {; V+ n$ AAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
8 T% R+ P, t; m3 R% b, Y; SAnd in the master’s chambers,7 p+ u9 Y2 @5 ^* F$ H9 F
They gathered for the feast
, |' g7 g( g+ q2 j# y; OThe stab it with their steely knives,9 P$ A9 S7 c# O; ?
But they just can’t kill the beast6 u/ z; H4 x% r# g$ \) r& w
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Last thing I remember, I was
% H# k' U5 Z, G/ URunning for the door" K: R o) Y) h) B" J- t2 F
I had to find the passage back
7 k- o/ |! [& |; D% j- t( }, j5 NTo the place I was before
0 Q/ c* L! R. A’relax,’ said the night man,' ^# }& m' N# G4 e& p
We are programmed to receive.4 `6 L" Q7 b( z9 Y& @7 z
You can checkout any time you like,
2 }5 ?# e3 Q/ {& y9 UBut you can never leave! |
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