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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
4 `( X$ o9 X9 ~; g8 pWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
2 K- i& I% w9 ^# x& h: BUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light" W, ?# ?& @$ j
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim$ Q" R9 }; a/ h, U- U; W
I had to stop for the night4 ~. u2 k+ \' D$ I! q& x5 _
There she stood in the doorway;
% c P: L5 U" ?- pI heard the mission bell( M9 N! C: L' m. T7 L3 j
And I was thinking to myself,
. N6 I [) v' O’this could be heaven or this could be hell’* b+ }) i6 l/ ^$ M# v
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way' g$ f# ?- y. A4 ^6 [! g
There were voices down the corridor,
8 J8 Z( f/ j9 \$ aI thought I heard them say...; I! A z6 {$ S3 ]
" N) f& ]3 y; q% u% ~Welcome to the hotel california
9 o9 w) j3 i0 p$ V/ @% \Such a lovely place
, V6 }2 {" P; ?* Y( [6 lSuch a lovely face- f8 h5 [, L6 T u* r% E6 S4 F
Plenty of room at the hotel california
0 K1 ], A9 s/ ^# l( H9 h2 IAny time of year, you can find it here- ~2 V& q, y4 p. \: w0 g
1 }* o) {7 n# s# m! X6 P2 S. XHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
/ r$ _- X: N) L9 S- G$ q8 u1 rShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
2 w1 a2 |: m; m1 wHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
+ t4 z- X, P# V: b- ^5 {Some dance to remember, some dance to forget% k8 ^1 {# p7 K8 z# A. M
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So I called up the captain,5 _$ F6 I+ T1 |0 w! i
’please bring me my wine’" q, h9 P9 l6 p- x" V
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
" U7 `( M( ] S0 lAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
- G+ ^! `# |0 X0 `Wake you up in the middle of the night
3 R `! |+ b& w. B- m( _ _7 ]% PJust to hear them say...( e* m+ D y. S" d
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Welcome to the hotel california) o% u* P: h9 I
Such a lovely place) }; ?6 S& \0 e- Y& v' ?1 S
Such a lovely face Y# ?* L1 ]' n: {% M% I3 a
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
- i& ~' s$ o- Z, JWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
5 ]! C* R) e$ H- G; X* Y U$ ?The pink champagne on ice/ w! R' O* E4 y+ O) x# H
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
+ l! B1 M X! a2 YAnd in the master’s chambers,6 {1 o8 I' o3 e! L" Y
They gathered for the feast
# }* j+ B: \0 B. [The stab it with their steely knives,1 O v7 C( X6 m
But they just can’t kill the beast' v2 F. x3 d V- K' H' B
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Last thing I remember, I was) F2 b% G! ^/ Z( G! {3 }8 l7 b! r2 W
Running for the door. Y+ {& v9 j, v+ H7 D
I had to find the passage back
3 a* t2 A( V: L" QTo the place I was before1 _8 L0 H5 ], y5 H; ^# S
’relax,’ said the night man,2 |! p/ k# Y4 p$ w
We are programmed to receive.
! T# Y' R f* D$ x% }You can checkout any time you like,6 J( I6 V1 M* {: E( V
But you can never leave! |
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