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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair' z5 ^2 }/ ~8 l- j, d
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air6 V8 ^6 E& x0 v/ z9 p# w, h' D" Q
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
6 _& W+ O2 C$ m7 T; qMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
/ r5 {8 ~1 q& _5 i! Y7 mI had to stop for the night
1 F7 S9 W9 M9 \" Q0 Y+ |* TThere she stood in the doorway;
7 W' k/ }5 S& @0 ^9 AI heard the mission bell k( \" B9 y$ K5 p f* T) @4 q
And I was thinking to myself,1 E% X$ ~! W* s g
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’) [( C7 ^2 f) w/ P N( J+ g4 e; |# P" |
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way" l3 Y: n) c# Z% k$ ]5 E% w9 m
There were voices down the corridor,
" p7 }. q( [3 xI thought I heard them say...* B4 N/ c6 {5 x4 M f
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Welcome to the hotel california
% @) d! a/ m C$ d. P0 qSuch a lovely place/ o) d0 j5 n* X& D3 H
Such a lovely face4 Q2 }0 P1 R4 F
Plenty of room at the hotel california; g% _+ C+ j9 J/ {& F+ `! i
Any time of year, you can find it here# {9 o) u" L; e* n, s
8 E( ?0 E1 k; c, W" h/ jHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
. P4 P" K- E, g, _She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends b! z: a! T6 R( K% ?) f) ~
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat./ h( B4 E* ^! S5 b2 Q
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget1 K$ `! y! x1 S5 I
6 @: ~1 I: m! o3 k2 E. T+ U N! aSo I called up the captain,
5 }9 N4 d1 K/ p, r: z’please bring me my wine’' P5 m7 ~6 Z2 Y3 T& D" C2 x
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
) O3 \; v0 M* @- Y8 mAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
0 d7 X5 O/ W4 M2 w$ P4 i( i9 EWake you up in the middle of the night, K+ Q. v$ ]% w: r; }
Just to hear them say...; Z# ?4 @ M9 i% V
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Welcome to the hotel california
4 s% f. K2 C) RSuch a lovely place
# _* N# r G% d: b3 ^5 @. eSuch a lovely face
/ K# K" {6 S( P, t1 R( q2 BThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
1 S' S0 E( ?* D+ k, w% OWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis% x! V6 I6 _ a* T- Q$ h* j
, O, C: `- ]: C U4 h# NMirrors on the ceiling,
! ?% [/ I* { V4 c7 T% CThe pink champagne on ice4 A4 I& P% v* s; K& R+ P
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’; l: F0 w5 `' f
And in the master’s chambers,! o0 z4 V. S5 e
They gathered for the feast
0 ]$ x* b5 x. U' y. K7 [" IThe stab it with their steely knives,
. D/ ~- i, l$ y, y! A' eBut they just can’t kill the beast% A f7 ]* O: |. n2 V v
) Q6 A9 f9 {& @Last thing I remember, I was
9 t/ W# P6 c5 k1 J& jRunning for the door% {8 i: ?* d0 O g7 n1 U
I had to find the passage back
6 N, `1 _! \7 J. b* c5 ATo the place I was before
. P& H% Q/ S$ N: g3 N8 t’relax,’ said the night man,3 k9 D% ^0 o0 Y8 I
We are programmed to receive.
: X4 [' \3 D' P8 ]. FYou can checkout any time you like,# E9 w, W7 h9 E! K
But you can never leave! |
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