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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair1 q o ^- K9 t+ M7 G% k
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air j' m# |/ I. `! |
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light6 x V3 ?+ t3 [8 T+ F
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
( ^. _4 `* A/ B& I: YI had to stop for the night, M) A5 `0 x' I% y A V
There she stood in the doorway;. N2 {2 @ D, T7 |- s
I heard the mission bell
/ o9 U7 D c( A9 J& t8 K0 Q1 yAnd I was thinking to myself,! Z/ `; K5 r; t9 T* o
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
5 V/ M& t. S8 Y7 g- C8 _# _Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way1 c: p7 p' @- O( t! _! A
There were voices down the corridor,
1 v; C& t& J' w, Y- @! p! lI thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california% w, O/ P" A I1 _7 \7 Z+ q1 ?
Such a lovely place" |3 y4 C8 ]2 ~( L- n
Such a lovely face
9 [. k- z; u/ O$ R6 {' {Plenty of room at the hotel california
8 v+ q3 ^$ U& V; D: c) ^ l4 x' s6 [5 `Any time of year, you can find it here% L9 G% t/ j) b6 j n! x' p* _* h) ?
4 `6 j$ ?) [% {7 X+ Z$ e. eHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
3 Y: r4 y k, Z2 xShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends+ k7 w C% j8 s5 X: ~2 O5 Y5 N: r
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.& z1 [7 `, G6 S7 D! ]- O* {6 U
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget$ T h% I! A" b* l4 A+ {
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So I called up the captain,
" l3 z# @0 @* e# a p’please bring me my wine’$ t" v& t( }" E: q: f1 N
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
- y1 X7 F9 S( x" G2 N4 }And still those voices are calling from far away,
* U- y1 j M' P' zWake you up in the middle of the night
, P* ^; p% x3 \+ Z# XJust to hear them say...) j- L9 r) M8 ^1 L- I
/ F) u7 q% p7 ~: `% Y1 j# NWelcome to the hotel california9 a5 f8 v: q" c$ t0 O
Such a lovely place9 v( q, b( n% }% H
Such a lovely face
" D8 v+ z; h' }% s- Q% @' u3 wThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
# F. x8 J8 t% h3 ^* v+ qWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,+ q$ @/ m* r( p
The pink champagne on ice
/ X/ u6 F7 @2 P! ~And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’& T' N: d' @, P- R; D
And in the master’s chambers,
* L/ c7 B+ @: C$ y: ^" l% wThey gathered for the feast- y8 L x/ {3 `! C0 i
The stab it with their steely knives,+ |( B, Y3 G. `3 k
But they just can’t kill the beast6 g p$ o/ G' y/ y4 t7 u
: e7 Z) `/ R; J1 t- W$ j2 n. i& S |Last thing I remember, I was
) q" V9 g: T# S4 Y3 sRunning for the door
2 P3 Y% l0 k9 Z- Q9 PI had to find the passage back
/ l: ?* H8 A* {+ p" \To the place I was before
, S. ~4 \( `6 t# K8 u: ^2 E’relax,’ said the night man,6 A& F+ h, |- j3 r* F
We are programmed to receive.$ F# H& Q% G2 n8 S8 D
You can checkout any time you like,2 G1 O8 Q( \# B* ?. p
But you can never leave! |
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