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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair8 w0 n$ ?2 c3 _+ l
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air6 _2 H- o4 R5 P6 V6 l. v7 K
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light( n4 A* S/ T" @! d7 M
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
" u1 k& K* R/ E: o, ~I had to stop for the night; O& O% t% `. x4 G1 K0 K9 ]+ f
There she stood in the doorway;/ a0 o: \/ C' p! f1 E" d
I heard the mission bell$ O- B* `" d# \7 R( Y' x P
And I was thinking to myself,
/ y3 V0 M% c K$ S4 l' r’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
* w+ j. t6 \0 f$ _4 kThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
8 X c3 G' v) OThere were voices down the corridor,2 U+ o2 n8 ^# C5 c# m" ]; @
I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california, i- e8 K" L4 i' g7 o& P! r
Such a lovely place
- H7 D, K' D$ t( a0 |* TSuch a lovely face. c" Y+ u. o: |5 ]: h/ ^$ [
Plenty of room at the hotel california' `7 v5 s: G. b
Any time of year, you can find it here
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9 Q$ t% Y& Y0 K5 M2 K1 sHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends/ X* r$ ^" R/ ]1 L3 F3 D8 K
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
5 Y9 ?+ E9 v( Q3 v: lHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.& M" _0 Q& z% ~4 I6 E$ ^8 k/ |) [
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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# M# X: n+ J/ o0 D% b8 ISo I called up the captain,, n3 k9 y- X. @% \ v1 ?/ \
’please bring me my wine’7 m! Y$ g8 x9 {6 v: n. ]$ d, c
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’6 u8 t8 Q( O( ]4 W
And still those voices are calling from far away," O4 W. i, z2 z; a( E7 U
Wake you up in the middle of the night
3 U1 F; \6 [3 F2 e; TJust to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california! T& p3 U9 u9 ~3 _
Such a lovely place( _! l* e* D3 O
Such a lovely face
& K4 h9 X5 W. G& L2 y" LThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
. K: u! V% N* u# yWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
" l( h1 c- e- L; H" v; yThe pink champagne on ice
# S2 j) K9 `9 D' \6 V8 Q1 ~: YAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’9 `% X: p6 e, Q3 E
And in the master’s chambers,
- k' \. K+ B( w" {% t6 [2 wThey gathered for the feast
$ c# Z2 l# S9 B! L; P/ N4 ~6 p: ^The stab it with their steely knives,7 o0 b" F% h; u, N8 W
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was, R6 k: k& ]9 D6 K/ L
Running for the door
2 _: |- i. ^/ w+ ]I had to find the passage back# x" M. k0 j0 n) u3 @5 z- S$ _& ?
To the place I was before' J# W! P9 E! D( B
’relax,’ said the night man,
) Y/ v `2 h7 \, [, [ JWe are programmed to receive.
$ O, o6 e* }0 V3 ^6 c3 v9 O$ |1 TYou can checkout any time you like,3 g/ n2 c$ P) h5 |6 l
But you can never leave! |
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