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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. W& f! j% D [
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
0 J% ~: [' [9 C- \/ O& qUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
# R& _; n5 d6 z. N5 {) xMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim+ G- L1 L$ O: }
I had to stop for the night
, n: G, C) p5 j! DThere she stood in the doorway;9 J% L1 ]; W3 l
I heard the mission bell
# e/ u! j- q3 e& D9 D5 Q( m9 o4 IAnd I was thinking to myself,
4 E/ s# o! m& j8 Y) Z( z! }’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
, T+ \% E/ v; s' cThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
$ Y: P$ ^" B% M- ~4 _. j; EThere were voices down the corridor,
8 E: W9 p- ^1 U7 x* x1 E6 D" kI thought I heard them say...0 w$ r5 m u6 f( v1 k6 L1 v
6 T# u; F4 n& I& tWelcome to the hotel california( j9 H# D2 }7 ^" P f9 I
Such a lovely place
8 b& w. d% b; C8 G6 a" n6 PSuch a lovely face' ^! L5 B4 Q- h+ [
Plenty of room at the hotel california& t) Z& }. _4 r& `: r; v+ X6 H& @2 Y @
Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends& }$ }" b- B* {3 ^& c
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
8 U% e- u6 P; H, W3 f4 M# dHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
& l. [2 g2 a% d) G c$ n+ [* SSome dance to remember, some dance to forget- d6 k: a% I" G- g: c( a
0 [4 M) F* q- Q% }' w" v5 [4 Q4 ySo I called up the captain,( d7 I% ~) s$ o0 Y3 F8 n
’please bring me my wine’! p. q1 n+ W+ G
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
5 }& ]5 R9 q {1 ]And still those voices are calling from far away,( l/ z, ^7 X Q
Wake you up in the middle of the night W6 L5 P( d! Q0 u; T
Just to hear them say...! c. m( J/ j# V
, O$ C( A; C% e% U( i+ `& u4 vWelcome to the hotel california
* [) j: Z; l) SSuch a lovely place
, n+ Y$ Y3 w0 @( r6 |Such a lovely face( B8 Q3 [, y: D( N Z/ C
They livin’ it up at the hotel california- a% b) {' O" e
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis7 X0 Y; f4 p/ o: O! u' h" c
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
8 Q5 V7 x: O" x k# l8 R: d- BThe pink champagne on ice
0 S ^. V& Y+ R. Y3 w' RAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’5 }5 G7 n. q9 ^. u# Q
And in the master’s chambers,! v9 i/ M+ U- Z1 U% n* o" ?
They gathered for the feast
! z: t! c+ A. }/ [' {' g# FThe stab it with their steely knives,
4 K. s2 a" r4 S1 o- A9 m7 q6 JBut they just can’t kill the beast- o3 u8 a! Q, E+ _5 R, W0 M
( c O2 W6 Q" t% n7 F2 E* gLast thing I remember, I was4 A1 y+ I( S; G7 ~) M
Running for the door& o' y( m+ s {
I had to find the passage back8 y& l! u9 j/ l5 r% A+ v# X& G, g
To the place I was before, Y! _6 \; { c u+ E, H! m. V2 @3 ^
’relax,’ said the night man,& a2 \4 k9 y- e2 X6 y
We are programmed to receive.
7 B4 @4 B, j, \/ } B3 yYou can checkout any time you like,
( R8 E" b2 }$ k C i9 PBut you can never leave! |
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