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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
: s: `0 ?1 K( h5 ^6 Z wWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
: W! e$ k' [2 C, i) {, UUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light7 k$ s: S+ m. \2 y: N8 N5 P8 U/ u
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim3 Z0 t7 F: i; K. I1 G
I had to stop for the night
; Y- d# P! ^- f! v i, P1 P. x1 Y6 sThere she stood in the doorway;
6 z% [5 V' \: gI heard the mission bell8 C3 D: E+ j' D- j2 r7 k
And I was thinking to myself,
! Q3 G. [2 C: {3 ^6 l8 q4 u’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
2 |9 n5 u) P/ D/ U4 eThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way" H+ {% {" d' w; X3 ^* S- A5 }
There were voices down the corridor,
6 z0 k, M( T3 PI thought I heard them say...9 c4 {/ T. `& m' q! G( {
- n$ L4 S8 M1 j: q0 kWelcome to the hotel california
, v4 Q2 E4 L: M4 \) W5 `8 cSuch a lovely place
2 f) A; x# i5 ZSuch a lovely face6 t# e' R) B+ S
Plenty of room at the hotel california, d& l$ b3 o+ o* J
Any time of year, you can find it here6 s. m8 i0 p' |# t( `4 b& o
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends) z. y4 @! e" f5 B! C6 Y* E8 K
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends3 ~0 Q/ h5 \5 d S! k
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
& R# M% c! s" c J0 NSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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. r, U* o) [. \" P0 VSo I called up the captain,6 e8 V( p! B( @1 b+ k; J
’please bring me my wine’, J0 G) r2 m0 m( w
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
9 a" m5 l k+ @. L( YAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
- ~6 E8 b% h4 n: l7 OWake you up in the middle of the night2 j2 n4 ]& a1 |# @
Just to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
4 L7 M4 u" c3 u5 [. ` W) z9 z. RSuch a lovely place
' N8 B4 K& n7 w# \8 V& gSuch a lovely face
+ B( d" t0 Q* j) {% AThey livin’ it up at the hotel california* |6 D1 Z( R! }" A6 _$ v& {- r
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis9 f) U7 A4 ^# `) p, D2 L
# x! Q' C( m7 H. |2 dMirrors on the ceiling,7 v) {7 u. O. T) k. a
The pink champagne on ice
- {- [' n8 ^0 ]* J, R* S) ~' lAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
1 [: w$ x0 m! Q4 a* i* E9 J' FAnd in the master’s chambers,9 v6 K1 W+ h. [6 q/ E/ a
They gathered for the feast/ G5 Z- l# Q4 u* w! D! V# k
The stab it with their steely knives,$ D+ _9 R, T8 I% J$ M/ E5 a
But they just can’t kill the beast
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& k6 [- @* `8 ~7 f# s1 I# aLast thing I remember, I was
1 j* m( M5 T* }' ]& K; T% D9 Z wRunning for the door* m" n$ f7 L1 M# k! e9 ^9 B/ s
I had to find the passage back
) }2 }' `( M) w+ A$ n6 k7 LTo the place I was before
1 Z7 x8 R H* a- V, _5 E/ i0 D’relax,’ said the night man,7 t8 m9 Y, z% e p: }
We are programmed to receive." G6 A9 S! M: [$ a+ V
You can checkout any time you like,/ l8 o% M8 f# D8 |3 S
But you can never leave! |
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