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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair; Z! Y$ ? X9 V- X! h* U, @
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
) @% t+ A' b* PUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light( g$ i3 u2 t& a o5 I- n$ Z4 v
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim5 {1 Q) p& Z+ Q& v6 J! \
I had to stop for the night
; I8 Y3 ~" L6 e1 }3 _- sThere she stood in the doorway;% i5 ~7 e# D! I7 T& z4 F! F* d
I heard the mission bell
9 J: o' m9 u n0 X( Q. T+ bAnd I was thinking to myself,. L8 g4 N* e( ~
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
; x8 A/ S/ P6 r2 i7 w) wThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
3 q& ]: B( q" E2 tThere were voices down the corridor,2 H4 P4 D0 o" T4 I
I thought I heard them say...$ N/ J( Z/ W. C* b6 p Y
( @. p6 Q2 r1 b! X I' a% p% dWelcome to the hotel california
. C+ i( V1 ^, E! NSuch a lovely place
3 p" G: r$ `- v: Y* \( @Such a lovely face, s4 ~6 N, b6 b2 q+ Y, \4 V
Plenty of room at the hotel california P6 Y; a8 `1 w: W
Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
7 B8 _9 d0 W/ u' ~/ z: UShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
; l% {; Y/ ?+ Y4 A+ uHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.: Z j5 G, I8 ~/ f1 u
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget2 X$ H2 c! n: [3 ], A2 S4 ~ v
; C3 [$ V3 O3 lSo I called up the captain,
0 J; F8 ?; M* S( q7 Z’please bring me my wine’
( v3 @+ m* s8 u% ^+ P m* Y3 BHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’1 F0 m4 s. z" z# a* R! G
And still those voices are calling from far away,
$ _7 M3 ~6 Z+ M3 U$ I3 v( sWake you up in the middle of the night7 a% W" t0 S! E9 L9 P
Just to hear them say...+ {& i( T/ Q" G/ W2 ?* o- ^
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Welcome to the hotel california
* B) m' W1 R6 kSuch a lovely place
! p( z7 q8 t& z- C7 pSuch a lovely face
1 u; I, l+ e- K# K, O& `They livin’ it up at the hotel california- R3 n5 L8 O; X7 G
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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) Q% w8 x% E4 YMirrors on the ceiling,6 K+ p) ]4 X% E2 h8 z5 m6 H1 J
The pink champagne on ice6 i: N3 Y. Q$ {1 v( B5 i- }
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
1 c4 V+ X, f8 N8 l( v; cAnd in the master’s chambers,, X: q5 \; ^9 l) E
They gathered for the feast
, ^2 q2 r j, L9 p* aThe stab it with their steely knives,
) ?* W; ^% n, d( @3 J4 [But they just can’t kill the beast& u2 O" ]+ M& F0 ^
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Last thing I remember, I was& Y' ?2 k% ~& ?% O9 J
Running for the door# W9 f! V* s# R6 s @7 d
I had to find the passage back4 {8 M; q- m6 E, Q4 j: a, n, H( G( E
To the place I was before4 F& I$ C5 a# {5 ?. P8 F
’relax,’ said the night man,
" c% u& p- `, ?' M; l; JWe are programmed to receive.: S$ a: H" k+ z3 Q
You can checkout any time you like,
, n* M1 d3 ?2 |7 g6 O: q0 |' J7 rBut you can never leave! |
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