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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
_2 u( `% g3 r9 X7 p, f: e3 rWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air* @, _$ r9 ^5 ^" O8 z- H
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
8 R b: K- T1 C+ i8 v* [2 [My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
. x: y1 }9 m. X7 II had to stop for the night
. Z6 n# K; {) {5 F; OThere she stood in the doorway;
. @; T2 m8 }0 `# t% A/ CI heard the mission bell$ ^5 p8 t/ H7 O* H
And I was thinking to myself,4 x) n8 w3 p: l( q \# |
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’) e( p9 p, B& @8 g2 n* s
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way, B) u4 K/ c# P! q$ ]( v
There were voices down the corridor,
& v! t- `3 D5 @3 a; k# S/ u; SI thought I heard them say..., P( }, E* W; Z- {2 P6 O" Q
9 ?- C( c! f3 m- E2 B) a! Q; bWelcome to the hotel california5 ^0 H8 x k1 }' U% i5 g" b
Such a lovely place9 U( d/ a& B2 ]$ l3 A# n
Such a lovely face
4 @' q" D* ~2 T' ?2 r" APlenty of room at the hotel california2 \4 E* d% I) X8 Z
Any time of year, you can find it here
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# N3 a# }2 _6 E- lHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
. Q8 t; ]7 s+ G- {She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends) m3 e! t/ X) {* u& f
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.4 p6 x4 y4 M/ X; J5 c
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,
: g- \% X) y1 ~9 ^’please bring me my wine’( v1 H: m/ \7 k+ o
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
9 Y( u3 h8 C4 r! k' {And still those voices are calling from far away,) X! P. Z8 |/ z1 L3 a
Wake you up in the middle of the night
3 N# }# M$ j6 h5 M& C: g! GJust to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
2 L( X7 N' ]' y. P3 GSuch a lovely place
/ ~8 F( m/ q' ASuch a lovely face
( e2 C' M% ^0 j5 zThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
5 \2 {- b5 J( l5 c, Z! z' J* XWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis, E: }. j* r( [. |, D
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
& O v! M- q$ o, z# Y b' JThe pink champagne on ice. M# b; K( O* c) |+ w z. I4 [# _" r
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
" S E$ }" Q |# L% l% l3 J" mAnd in the master’s chambers,6 }. ?/ E" _0 B- W: e* l! W
They gathered for the feast7 v8 q& E$ ?0 Q: Y- Z0 ]
The stab it with their steely knives,
% \0 \# v; c7 b3 X2 V% C! kBut they just can’t kill the beast
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- x, H/ A8 H/ O+ R7 \Last thing I remember, I was
~. g' R: }0 m" _Running for the door( l, g; @; o5 W2 b
I had to find the passage back3 \$ H* n" w8 E$ o
To the place I was before
! ~0 M! b, n5 P/ X4 \’relax,’ said the night man,, J3 p6 l) X% T, G3 h% x6 C
We are programmed to receive.
. |; q4 G+ x2 `8 m, ZYou can checkout any time you like,) e, H C2 R E ?9 ]# J
But you can never leave! |
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