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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
. H7 [! o! y3 Q0 i# `6 y0 |: _. l3 y) qWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
6 {& {" M% _- B, u$ GUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
' U* k( p1 E" m; D0 E8 K8 ^% o aMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
* `$ W$ N3 c! D% E9 x5 AI had to stop for the night
3 w: T1 n, c) eThere she stood in the doorway;: s6 R! |$ V: ~4 g/ B# B: v
I heard the mission bell
) t1 Z! G: `/ fAnd I was thinking to myself,
- d0 S: x9 l9 A’this could be heaven or this could be hell’7 X; Z/ _5 H1 w" g: b
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way9 n! y: ~; h0 R; ]& i5 l9 f2 a
There were voices down the corridor,& y& _' l; v+ t# Z9 M j4 ?
I thought I heard them say...
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) {" Q7 Q; j. R! R+ V1 Q3 r, u( k {Welcome to the hotel california" d4 u) c6 m% s; @! Q
Such a lovely place( _) L' ?; ^& Y. {6 V
Such a lovely face, K# R- B% ~% v4 u: A3 \ z
Plenty of room at the hotel california
+ r' S* i: F4 V" A* [+ `Any time of year, you can find it here
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, d" R; k1 `7 a2 }; W- ~/ ZHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends# Y* y! X2 {7 W, m9 W$ I
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends8 @, w! Z' B2 w- h- o
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.8 ~5 \6 E( X8 q$ u( b
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget$ l, h+ {% ^5 ~. s6 E" l4 R4 W
2 p6 R& e4 N {6 p! cSo I called up the captain,) x0 x. p) I: g; _+ |+ c
’please bring me my wine’' E# ]5 S" U l6 H# X
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’& F8 J" R, Z# e2 u
And still those voices are calling from far away,3 A8 X7 ~# `3 d
Wake you up in the middle of the night
6 _3 z1 z+ K: iJust to hear them say...
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* V$ Q' z) L' f. Y1 A C3 nWelcome to the hotel california
' L/ j2 I. m' ^1 y5 L& H! c2 d) ~Such a lovely place, f) V% y0 }: r( t% q( l
Such a lovely face
& T. T. y1 T5 H/ r4 R2 IThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
0 w) t& Z* P3 \& m7 l4 ^What a nice surprise, bring your alibis) f) z& V, Z) \9 E
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
b# x) s: |) }The pink champagne on ice. E$ D. p4 N; u- S; D0 }/ `
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
2 g1 v( I6 g4 SAnd in the master’s chambers,; ~2 ?+ {. p( c
They gathered for the feast' s" x6 T* c1 s" X
The stab it with their steely knives,4 {: W8 b; h3 J
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was
; A2 R2 R. E& T* m }( @ PRunning for the door
; a" u6 _+ b* r+ s1 W: k; }( HI had to find the passage back
! l$ F& y0 g6 c" M& j$ qTo the place I was before
1 N H$ A8 s+ C’relax,’ said the night man,4 z' l/ q6 @. l
We are programmed to receive.
/ q9 T8 O& }# g. b9 ?1 [+ ?You can checkout any time you like,
7 }0 A# ^4 f2 ?+ A+ Y" U( Y) D8 ^But you can never leave! |
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