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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
( `* P' Q5 F' t. f+ O4 ^8 vWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
# m9 J1 e( S) a8 kUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
6 `( C; Q# T1 [- IMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
% v/ q" u& o0 p7 uI had to stop for the night
* w) l; y: ?/ u5 n1 }1 vThere she stood in the doorway;: q! Q5 t' D& D3 U! @: y
I heard the mission bell7 N( r7 x) f" A1 T3 l# _
And I was thinking to myself,
8 C" a, F& |- N* `% Y’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
8 t0 n$ m/ n5 t2 }* E% EThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
6 N" H- S& d! j; f+ AThere were voices down the corridor,
) {2 z; Q3 j2 hI thought I heard them say...( a3 k# j. ?8 a* t# h' g. \
+ W! R/ g/ B" W& L) I3 MWelcome to the hotel california
3 F9 H+ s: a* M( K& wSuch a lovely place
, F# L) P, A" N: u3 GSuch a lovely face2 F5 g9 k5 D3 r9 Y
Plenty of room at the hotel california w6 d5 M* h6 J
Any time of year, you can find it here; \, f; l6 P3 y- f+ X$ y! o F
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
. |5 ~# H! N" T& i$ U" {She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends9 ?4 ]" o; o1 S1 A" h( z. l/ G
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.3 F9 e& G& H4 H8 N5 s: o9 m
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget1 C3 N, b4 M' t& I! o: x6 | L
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So I called up the captain,
8 E" u& @# H/ c1 N- S% K’please bring me my wine’* F. R0 P$ b5 o0 @3 ^
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’0 @# X& O& g1 B0 L5 Z+ M6 B- p
And still those voices are calling from far away,1 p$ J0 A1 w3 Y( M1 X: P
Wake you up in the middle of the night
" Q% i, C% w; | gJust to hear them say...
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. s. M! C8 `& s5 bWelcome to the hotel california9 d% r# I, Q% c8 w( T! s& X+ m
Such a lovely place' w) |/ R9 w0 P9 k4 E* d6 Q: o
Such a lovely face1 M- ?( ]( ^4 {0 E, x9 w. B
They livin’ it up at the hotel california. O- F! f+ o$ u7 o5 m; U2 W
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis% k; p$ } d2 C# V
1 J& o; q7 P) V hMirrors on the ceiling,
8 w" ]- S, Q* u7 a# |: GThe pink champagne on ice
7 g7 [; R: G# J9 p. AAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
1 U2 J$ {: S8 w& wAnd in the master’s chambers,
* G5 }5 J1 y' p, U& RThey gathered for the feast
8 s1 m2 l( c/ Z6 i; r; tThe stab it with their steely knives,
. P1 z4 k! \2 |# u& aBut they just can’t kill the beast7 j2 k9 _$ v. C: Y! Q! F M
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Last thing I remember, I was1 e4 \# c8 C8 \
Running for the door, w$ u4 A& [' ]
I had to find the passage back8 n& X, n8 W+ C: Q/ p
To the place I was before
7 z! v( U! \: C’relax,’ said the night man,
# s4 W7 c2 N: @0 }' j% D- |We are programmed to receive.( O. H6 T0 E; v2 T( Z
You can checkout any time you like,4 b' A$ ~ N" M4 @( A
But you can never leave! |
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