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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
1 l( I; w5 c- ^* V; sWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air* i( i! S; i% P" f/ U" C
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light/ ^+ v0 n% m- ]: o
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
" u- R; N# O4 [( F n) k' J9 g% KI had to stop for the night' v8 _4 o7 h) f3 Y( X) T7 T' D
There she stood in the doorway;
5 F0 I2 T, h3 \" ~, {I heard the mission bell
* }7 G5 L4 R3 D4 QAnd I was thinking to myself,
5 ~$ h4 W- H& J- F. V h: e’this could be heaven or this could be hell’8 J: U! ?% o7 B. y! T! r/ H+ J, l
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
6 Y, p6 ~" D) [& h8 s* F1 FThere were voices down the corridor,
" @& H7 r% y5 J. H# EI thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california7 L6 b/ t' B! U$ b
Such a lovely place
' q; \6 |( ?( {8 wSuch a lovely face
& g) T+ D1 i& ^Plenty of room at the hotel california
0 W& [9 w! J/ }4 e8 _Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends: F0 |, A$ g# T1 D
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends; ]1 D6 L/ W; Y( U' f( k" J$ G# c
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.: i7 g, Q' m( }! j2 V2 o4 c) I
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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4 [0 ?( x5 y$ t; T9 j i8 I, QSo I called up the captain,
% Z0 j* s/ u# V* h* }9 S% _: M7 i’please bring me my wine’
5 t, m# [( O; qHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
& V, P I& j1 q0 j7 o: A3 k- Q" Q0 O+ VAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
4 @/ D8 E a7 uWake you up in the middle of the night0 A c& W& f' f
Just to hear them say.../ }1 V: O/ T8 L9 Q3 e( P- M
9 H0 m1 d, e3 L7 wWelcome to the hotel california$ J J8 v7 |+ K) e1 {$ V9 f$ X+ J S
Such a lovely place
- U! H5 H& H5 E+ a4 x fSuch a lovely face, ^0 T# G4 [8 {
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
7 R% ~9 n1 _! D+ aWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis7 C' W3 U6 ?6 w6 m" t2 Y
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Mirrors on the ceiling,8 o9 v6 S m9 y4 i7 e
The pink champagne on ice( k5 `4 m# S3 P; W6 G
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
( ~( w7 |& K2 t+ O% GAnd in the master’s chambers,5 J1 y9 o3 D7 D2 b
They gathered for the feast7 j. y% Z8 X1 o, `: F7 v
The stab it with their steely knives,
4 L: I% W- r6 P$ {) C2 gBut they just can’t kill the beast/ s4 U! L" O/ ?
# I- }% A2 C. x: ~; R9 kLast thing I remember, I was
6 C1 S( R6 z( Y; D- Y) g! p2 [Running for the door- b6 J7 L* w5 S5 w" s7 T$ r$ T
I had to find the passage back$ c4 f4 p8 f# x) \) D2 D
To the place I was before
# s) h4 ^- {" R* `) Z; B7 d’relax,’ said the night man,
" K/ Y" G! W: O% ZWe are programmed to receive.2 j e# r3 ]7 G! K( n. g; \8 t
You can checkout any time you like,' _, r* R) L8 S& ?7 V" {0 O
But you can never leave! |
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