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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
- i* W0 S' X9 b: Z7 GWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
/ H* K1 ]0 x! P5 @Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light% G0 \! r' d4 U G% V* F
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
% W. Q1 e4 C' M' _3 G; ^* oI had to stop for the night/ m5 V7 \% k, h) m
There she stood in the doorway;7 N% X3 F3 ^4 z' ~( n `! H# J
I heard the mission bell9 `8 c+ C$ g* ~( t4 F& c' L
And I was thinking to myself,
% ^: n3 {( T& d’this could be heaven or this could be hell’& F" U% C: f- g* X
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way! Y2 F2 M+ S2 X
There were voices down the corridor,
) y, I. a# o$ @: ~5 g3 }I thought I heard them say...& w7 M, h, e8 h+ l" e8 S/ C
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Welcome to the hotel california% ]5 H- j# c4 ?& E2 d
Such a lovely place# V( ]2 _; f: H! D
Such a lovely face9 `: W( X& H9 G& q
Plenty of room at the hotel california
5 U! ]; p. x! }. P4 nAny time of year, you can find it here$ b/ f7 W5 u8 A' b( r2 z
9 ?; A, ]4 O1 w! `Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends2 S* f$ n( A7 P5 u: u' F7 o7 i+ |
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
1 u) i1 F: | h( ^1 [How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.* v# ]6 Q5 q1 T, Z8 G1 x
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget& u8 U8 \; W- V; J7 l
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So I called up the captain," [0 K- U3 @2 g r
’please bring me my wine’) }, t3 | ~2 N* G# ^
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
+ H7 T: T9 g3 ]. ]8 W# lAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
1 E6 D8 `" h2 K# D3 e8 ?, y. BWake you up in the middle of the night# a0 ~7 D' p" d4 Q7 k
Just to hear them say...6 T5 z1 |0 n# e. u8 D3 V0 V' `6 l
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Welcome to the hotel california2 l1 V' g" x, S) ]" E0 e" j6 |+ d
Such a lovely place
8 K5 d7 U, l6 g. H; TSuch a lovely face
/ r& ?% O6 ?2 O+ b' {! i/ XThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
# e6 |. w0 H% dWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis; [" J+ L5 f5 n+ x# e; V
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Mirrors on the ceiling,1 n$ l, A4 v; K1 C
The pink champagne on ice+ x' b: ^- ^3 m. p) N% p$ V3 r
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’) v$ h5 z. D3 b% L2 ~
And in the master’s chambers,/ G# y2 G$ b: }% |1 @
They gathered for the feast3 A' X2 x# I- E! i; ?9 I$ E
The stab it with their steely knives,
& b2 i; T% a9 j& \) t3 s5 FBut they just can’t kill the beast6 z) N- r! J" h- Z* J. @) s5 ~
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Last thing I remember, I was7 `1 k" Q0 y5 s0 Y/ ~) w
Running for the door8 N9 T8 V: a9 N; a' B O5 F
I had to find the passage back
) \( I# r( e6 ATo the place I was before3 b* p( r6 q* `% Q9 p4 B
’relax,’ said the night man,1 I l( p. U3 ^
We are programmed to receive.
/ S2 R% f4 W+ x. ?You can checkout any time you like,
B( w, J6 E8 a8 L! r2 Y& t6 m3 x0 jBut you can never leave! |
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