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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair) Z. G! v% R3 o) J5 F0 ^
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air5 u8 U% ^# l X& ]& F* ^0 _
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
h: M y5 O5 DMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
8 s% C- W! C' \7 t9 Q- CI had to stop for the night
2 S7 X/ q) \. l2 EThere she stood in the doorway;
% @' }* \: ^+ Z" B' Y1 cI heard the mission bell/ a+ m) |. k1 b/ z" q, q3 h
And I was thinking to myself,% j1 i4 P; {4 g3 v2 f# g8 A _
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
' B+ }# j& b5 j* yThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
. b/ F" t0 Y, ~* ^- \) H# MThere were voices down the corridor,
8 _7 ` u; g6 [I thought I heard them say...! C% g8 b' U7 r$ C& H! `
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Welcome to the hotel california5 s& a- P7 d& t: Z5 v% A( X
Such a lovely place
# k# n, Q8 q/ B8 ^1 Q1 ySuch a lovely face
# V, p2 I# C- T5 dPlenty of room at the hotel california, w. t' _, u: p) c
Any time of year, you can find it here* Z5 I4 q1 l# r2 N3 v/ d
7 a# W3 s* [3 q( S3 fHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends7 c) N& U o6 m* g/ [
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends& q1 B' q- E( j' J. h& v. ~
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
( t5 M5 Y# _8 \Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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( Y" c: ]" n y+ r8 J BSo I called up the captain, K& i# x& {8 W' E7 |$ v' {0 {8 G! O
’please bring me my wine’ ~) ^4 G2 E d" \9 S
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
0 r! T# x/ d6 A ~And still those voices are calling from far away,
) {: N/ t3 |2 n6 ?2 Q1 zWake you up in the middle of the night
' Z* v5 F q' j6 k7 l1 H* EJust to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california* O3 M. P x1 o! c( y- s. |$ ?
Such a lovely place& }1 _" s5 R h6 g0 F* o8 r
Such a lovely face
^6 p& I# P1 t' @# i( {They livin’ it up at the hotel california
- G& k" o, Y: n, w' JWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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! ?( Q5 L1 ^9 y8 bMirrors on the ceiling,1 X7 _) M# m) W+ ?( Y
The pink champagne on ice+ P% b; C+ |4 K1 R. z0 }
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’& x, X' M, v# |# @
And in the master’s chambers,3 F3 O& b8 Y( C V
They gathered for the feast
! I5 F/ d4 s6 D% }+ CThe stab it with their steely knives,1 K& i% ^8 X! z3 C% S
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was# M E/ z2 A5 o9 I4 P# z) G7 p
Running for the door
D; o6 z* e! N5 ]3 c j' UI had to find the passage back9 I8 }4 n' I& k. B3 t# r7 N
To the place I was before
0 K+ b' W; C) d$ }8 B! y3 B’relax,’ said the night man,1 c7 c( f4 D3 u2 m, w
We are programmed to receive.
h H8 J( R& v4 l. P$ D4 S& AYou can checkout any time you like,/ {( ~2 X- v7 o* A' _5 o9 q
But you can never leave! |
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