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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
9 k4 d: ^3 k; I. T* J# V& jWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
. s% L/ q6 Y: g2 NUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
8 h8 P' E0 G. ~My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim+ M+ w0 P- v* V* F% F. H: s8 g; q
I had to stop for the night, l9 z3 c6 C" V( a
There she stood in the doorway;
% c' S- D* d. \I heard the mission bell
1 p" F! ?0 L* h2 N5 D3 DAnd I was thinking to myself,
6 R* q( T4 ~' ~6 ^$ T" s’this could be heaven or this could be hell’( R# t+ F6 e. }+ w
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way5 _8 H+ }4 b) \0 {3 |, n6 E
There were voices down the corridor,; U; M; i8 B1 R* x% K. n0 H
I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
. o1 l* J1 O0 e: fSuch a lovely place0 a% f, @ V7 y! X" O% Y$ [0 H
Such a lovely face: m& p K) s/ U& r+ Y( p
Plenty of room at the hotel california
- @/ R' w. C( }$ g0 `+ zAny time of year, you can find it here/ e1 Z/ I8 m" X: }0 L: ~# o
0 D3 D$ m a. { yHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
. S; p* T& I1 {5 j: ~* U l5 aShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
/ z3 V# P0 R, h3 h7 U) AHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
' ?) M Z, n( K1 X% P- w; lSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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6 e6 o+ b; `6 F7 A( R, {So I called up the captain,+ `7 C5 n) n. O# `
’please bring me my wine’
; a5 k# ~- Y' r' WHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’; R. x6 d; R' b: m$ ~2 w) t
And still those voices are calling from far away,
# |) s9 ?2 M6 T* ]! N. Y. U! I( oWake you up in the middle of the night
; J6 l$ S; T' M" A/ A& H/ lJust to hear them say...) E4 K! r8 \: ^# k
- T: B7 h* k; f5 sWelcome to the hotel california
2 d" Y; o0 L, v$ [1 ISuch a lovely place9 j0 k5 `1 l& p
Such a lovely face
& P' T* D$ M1 S- H7 t1 ]They livin’ it up at the hotel california
& v4 p0 x1 F) _What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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* U( I/ o$ f' R/ K SMirrors on the ceiling, w# r3 c1 @2 x: F. g0 p& f/ Q ~
The pink champagne on ice
: F# t2 h+ f% @6 \And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
1 \4 q- _% c3 C \7 B. MAnd in the master’s chambers,
/ W- W& D V9 M. RThey gathered for the feast6 z- X2 g" N8 E; u
The stab it with their steely knives,' g; Z- h7 Y5 d, n t+ p
But they just can’t kill the beast
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" m( b$ j0 h2 QLast thing I remember, I was7 k7 c2 g# z: J: X2 O+ k. f$ ~; S
Running for the door
3 @" o( {' A9 d3 L6 fI had to find the passage back
6 n* ^5 | v V4 }( a% B9 uTo the place I was before8 Z- K& g+ E ^- c8 z
’relax,’ said the night man,0 g, H% H3 u1 c9 a+ f# O
We are programmed to receive.
6 V1 e4 a% Z! y) }You can checkout any time you like,9 V; t6 e: ]# @& J* n! X
But you can never leave! |
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