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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair0 ^1 U! x+ o8 m& D
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air% G$ W" ~& p( P! `% G+ Y
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light0 p5 R7 b# ]) l- }# `/ @
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
* E4 l9 w9 c' b9 ]; p, dI had to stop for the night
3 d# `( p- H. e2 Q) O0 {) xThere she stood in the doorway;1 n2 @% r" \( F* w' N/ l
I heard the mission bell! b2 q9 \5 g( R' R- }' V8 \
And I was thinking to myself,
- A$ ^' {. _" ]2 ]) k0 ^8 x W& b3 b’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
! O0 O% C- R/ C2 B$ \Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
) x6 I! P5 V1 JThere were voices down the corridor,
4 ?- u8 n4 E" h; B9 d1 S4 D# g# X8 aI thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california9 Z1 B: ~& b) g/ D5 @
Such a lovely place
6 X# G: d$ J- U5 j$ y% G8 }! tSuch a lovely face. w+ G) a% q/ ^( w& ~2 B1 @0 N* K
Plenty of room at the hotel california) S; Y* f$ m& D' q% C3 ^+ R. p
Any time of year, you can find it here
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9 k3 Z$ o& J7 R' w/ fHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
X7 L& K) ^6 T" Y+ U; G6 tShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
/ [% X7 ~" N, h; ?How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
' [7 h6 y5 [1 S) q7 G, WSome dance to remember, some dance to forget' H0 m) z/ f4 W
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So I called up the captain,
3 Y; ~8 R8 g0 ~/ Y0 u$ w’please bring me my wine’
9 A# ~* `& @/ M7 }# V4 e1 Q" cHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
8 }9 n6 A! C' P+ v" JAnd still those voices are calling from far away,- Y' l5 \- X" l% x( f' v }. G, {
Wake you up in the middle of the night
/ E6 E: @4 a- z, ^: v& {Just to hear them say...
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$ k* o! K- J) c" [" A, d7 OWelcome to the hotel california
6 `9 U% b* y7 ]% h jSuch a lovely place- [1 H) X8 }* ~, g9 j# Z
Such a lovely face) c1 n# G: b3 W3 ? O
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
6 Q9 e, c- E; d. w* ~! X$ T/ jWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis% n$ C+ }0 F; R0 R. f+ Y
6 U$ A, i m' ?1 UMirrors on the ceiling,
* Q7 R G: m/ A9 o/ W' GThe pink champagne on ice9 H/ ?8 c7 L8 Z# q, v) j, J) {
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
- w( K0 @5 W6 U) v* `And in the master’s chambers,
% H& }7 A( C3 A, mThey gathered for the feast4 N% q2 Q1 u7 ]5 s% X* q
The stab it with their steely knives,+ i" V7 J4 B* k* l7 C# l/ W
But they just can’t kill the beast8 ?6 g) U& z& v: W
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Last thing I remember, I was
1 L# I5 u! r+ Y% D( X& x. Q( ?Running for the door% Y8 p) C# ?9 @' y5 p
I had to find the passage back# k. b, U4 g* |, H6 E" W
To the place I was before
4 I+ K K5 z7 |' }) f’relax,’ said the night man,# |3 J" K' H- K3 d& j
We are programmed to receive.
+ o& U* }! Y. s c3 ?You can checkout any time you like,9 L9 ?) c6 b# z% q* F7 N
But you can never leave! |
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