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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair9 [" C, h1 ^( d. Q, ]2 t
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air7 x7 s6 R8 S" ~( y& b
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light* ?1 `" y; w/ E: k: `
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim `. K0 i. S3 b% C% r) }
I had to stop for the night# o$ c6 ?+ {. P% O; Q6 f! T+ @3 Y
There she stood in the doorway;
# |3 u2 c5 L) v1 UI heard the mission bell, @9 H) x0 l$ o# z$ f, }6 m
And I was thinking to myself,
: p% e; |! b% o# B’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
; T- ~; ^; b9 {2 |) `) mThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way! w; _3 ?; O( q3 j
There were voices down the corridor,* O; N' G! {/ G& J; V
I thought I heard them say...
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* G4 ~4 W& ~2 ?5 c( MWelcome to the hotel california, U8 o1 x u; ^5 D
Such a lovely place
% a% a5 @* m, D0 M% sSuch a lovely face
7 X8 k) j/ w9 u3 `Plenty of room at the hotel california
& d, e9 I$ Y' v' L/ n4 z+ s8 gAny time of year, you can find it here, p2 Q% S/ L5 R' [9 n; g
" z8 \8 P# l: pHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends2 `) D) _8 L+ K, h! Q1 K4 w: V# D# @
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends# [* k( Y$ S7 h9 I' m' G, a' S% @
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
6 ^2 f9 Z5 ]% Z1 C. kSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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}/ V/ |7 N; bSo I called up the captain,1 o6 t: F6 r+ O5 y0 ^ N
’please bring me my wine’
9 T5 H. A0 t$ e7 gHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
* g: b3 \8 @* |1 D/ h5 yAnd still those voices are calling from far away,8 R" Q' s6 S6 R1 z0 V6 F; J$ z
Wake you up in the middle of the night
! T: e7 v1 J2 m6 V6 `3 l' jJust to hear them say...
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4 B" w* v6 t" ]5 t9 \; VWelcome to the hotel california! B1 Q! E# _+ {1 s0 ]5 Q4 Z
Such a lovely place
0 f0 F7 d2 h$ }+ l. K' PSuch a lovely face
I+ M. E6 z4 P9 A: X7 p1 @They livin’ it up at the hotel california
1 O9 N. ? N, |5 O/ x9 L' b. gWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis! f/ d* l/ j+ U/ {
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Mirrors on the ceiling,; t8 X, _1 J6 k1 ~; e- O" P
The pink champagne on ice8 K) W3 H/ @6 v% a, s$ g3 w5 I4 f
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’/ H- a& v* s$ d' [. d
And in the master’s chambers,
( c0 O/ p9 A3 M8 L% H# J) _ qThey gathered for the feast
1 b( Z+ Q+ t- P7 i) U( k5 Y( u5 oThe stab it with their steely knives,: c6 x- @# }% l
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was7 ?2 \3 m# ?) ?$ B
Running for the door
3 D7 s0 B5 K: J# ~* m' x4 S! ^I had to find the passage back5 V. p8 A$ w# W
To the place I was before6 s* [$ q+ }7 N- {- R. D) Z. k& a3 \
’relax,’ said the night man,6 [; G @, H6 \9 m
We are programmed to receive.
& W( M' z" M! `* e" ~. ^1 L- GYou can checkout any time you like,+ h1 [5 y/ \2 }
But you can never leave! |
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