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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair$ e' [0 o( \! R9 `8 W
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air) T9 v3 t& p; X3 R) ^
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light8 k, M9 c+ x& M' [* |3 ~
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
* Z4 Z* L6 a' _, {& H6 II had to stop for the night
, J% c$ y" w, t) s: |1 g. AThere she stood in the doorway;
" G' Y: i/ w8 j- |8 tI heard the mission bell) i) V+ Z3 |4 |4 r2 t( Z
And I was thinking to myself,
) Z" A R% f1 i @' U% C’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
8 W( |, j, }& \4 JThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
F, _; z2 m; X" W! @1 AThere were voices down the corridor,
' x8 A5 V2 a$ L7 Z, oI thought I heard them say...7 }7 T" k: v) ]+ R% d) W
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Welcome to the hotel california
2 B, Y/ w! E0 m8 `* LSuch a lovely place; [! u; m& l H
Such a lovely face8 @1 E. ^' f1 |8 I8 ^5 ]
Plenty of room at the hotel california a8 q# H! M7 B; {' T n$ E
Any time of year, you can find it here( u w9 X& o' D) x% n7 m) [( z
/ S* h* M) B- e% _: R, M2 yHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
5 J% q. d3 p' S% {2 fShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends0 p3 M) R8 A( V$ [7 O3 V8 N
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.9 l j7 B6 Q: ^" X/ {9 M' K" ]
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain,
7 q) U4 E( `& p" f2 A) D’please bring me my wine’
7 c) q' \1 Q! h3 Y. ]) W2 ZHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
. p; x4 i' {( C; X, ^: TAnd still those voices are calling from far away,) g( z# l1 D* R
Wake you up in the middle of the night
! Q; x7 a4 h% A% {) P) C( ?Just to hear them say...% G: N. E a( O3 X& d
: o2 Z* Z; z/ P5 R8 r0 @8 e1 o" TWelcome to the hotel california
& o# D% J* x1 Q2 H/ h/ lSuch a lovely place7 }, M$ T! i( L) t* A
Such a lovely face( t- Z% I, l' I0 N, R' H
They livin’ it up at the hotel california/ l3 P9 y- X6 T' Y6 K4 r1 _, R9 M
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis6 {+ h$ b7 @& F* ~0 V2 i4 i
# Q' t+ T8 {9 x& BMirrors on the ceiling,. s, N; o+ z( w1 M1 e+ \- y
The pink champagne on ice+ M7 v& F$ f o4 b5 C
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
/ _! H& x7 B. a* m' AAnd in the master’s chambers,
8 ]7 V6 Y4 _7 aThey gathered for the feast: |# ~" ^. i0 Q0 U
The stab it with their steely knives,1 z0 {* k0 [5 n1 ^" F. E
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was* I4 G+ E" |# W: m6 z; H8 J
Running for the door. l* m! B8 [* U# D0 ^6 @% Y8 V/ ]
I had to find the passage back
9 m9 `$ [4 j, S& p# N, sTo the place I was before
# X H2 ?( j$ h" [’relax,’ said the night man,# Q; Z/ e5 |& n$ v5 O% ~, [$ | D
We are programmed to receive., I$ x+ A; u* N
You can checkout any time you like,
0 i$ c3 U# B: `1 ^- o5 WBut you can never leave! |
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