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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
/ F6 B7 ?/ @8 ` BWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
: {. S9 t2 d- G7 o7 ?) D# \Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
, g3 T" x) P5 [% ?' b( `My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
; I M5 B Q+ @# gI had to stop for the night
9 p2 i, F) m( M2 _There she stood in the doorway;
4 p) Z( W4 z+ O7 nI heard the mission bell
2 n4 w) G! Z9 AAnd I was thinking to myself,1 V) N) p8 D0 u$ W2 {# _
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’. ]/ Z2 l( `; D1 @& W4 K( x
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
+ f* Z8 `, J/ c, r7 qThere were voices down the corridor,4 j% l2 ~% M0 {. r2 H2 I5 m; f
I thought I heard them say...7 p. G M& N! _! q3 P3 k- I
1 D3 M1 k3 e8 L8 y" [8 ^Welcome to the hotel california+ H# F- M- O; \# X) c x! u
Such a lovely place7 X9 R+ M8 v+ M6 y9 u, |9 s
Such a lovely face
* f. l# j- b1 ?& R( y5 d4 l3 DPlenty of room at the hotel california
: L/ ` C0 e! m3 a& `8 f4 c1 X2 ~Any time of year, you can find it here' r' U3 M! U* T. z# M6 V3 j/ q+ j
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
: Z# V9 |: e) T4 @She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends2 W3 I- I" X! k1 p" I5 V+ y9 `
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat., `* i7 e$ g& B) h- c& x
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,1 c) I5 l) U! |% l9 k+ m9 b2 H1 v
’please bring me my wine’
6 @1 W' c2 s6 m: p5 B/ N- IHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
- U# w. M5 `$ V2 PAnd still those voices are calling from far away,- `# s7 g& b2 V# H9 K2 s
Wake you up in the middle of the night% O" j* N" v3 k; ]
Just to hear them say..." t2 P7 ^& ^ ~* M3 \- q
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Welcome to the hotel california
+ P1 o/ z; t" n3 iSuch a lovely place
1 U- g3 \" o9 hSuch a lovely face1 G* Z4 [' m9 l
They livin’ it up at the hotel california$ i& Q2 O& M1 [. G& y K
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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( ?7 P" a- l. U1 `( C6 GMirrors on the ceiling,
5 ^( h) I' Y; @4 l9 |2 U; JThe pink champagne on ice3 y% l& G/ \6 n5 \$ C# f
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
6 G+ W: T% T3 K- h% TAnd in the master’s chambers,: K5 f( J; t' N! P- a
They gathered for the feast
- A$ V' a; D# ?2 gThe stab it with their steely knives,
6 W+ \: U& C4 B+ F8 h& s s' XBut they just can’t kill the beast5 Q& K1 \! P g5 S( O2 R
( d" t' g/ ?* A# j% DLast thing I remember, I was' X* l! g6 A, P/ V
Running for the door' _' k# H0 j' m* M0 S0 Z) h
I had to find the passage back
5 @1 G3 u) P" e; HTo the place I was before4 X f: x) q; A% E6 n; p
’relax,’ said the night man,$ F: E' Y/ C/ r0 }6 d
We are programmed to receive.
) s1 X) A6 M6 k. L4 fYou can checkout any time you like,
; N" f9 [' V- r1 KBut you can never leave! |
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