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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
+ U/ z% }6 K7 EWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air; m. D/ C) ^6 O
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light1 n" f3 }7 v, T: E4 O) g- \# V
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
' i d' Q9 T8 b% Q4 kI had to stop for the night, c7 {- z4 s8 q4 v& h
There she stood in the doorway;
9 i7 {* Z5 Z2 j- K" tI heard the mission bell$ X* w2 C( k2 u# t. g0 r
And I was thinking to myself,3 \4 ?1 [7 U3 R2 \3 Q
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
/ @& y( \; h _$ X/ J$ H3 eThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
. z& Z( Y& S- L8 Z( c0 eThere were voices down the corridor,
0 N/ \ w1 \( kI thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
4 D4 } b* c+ B6 uSuch a lovely place" V/ `9 Z" U! T# a3 e
Such a lovely face
/ Q+ T# l$ t- a2 l4 IPlenty of room at the hotel california3 B5 h& |, M# |6 ^7 K
Any time of year, you can find it here1 C8 x) R$ l+ y9 r' [
[& E, W, {- X# THer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
) \) H- U8 d9 D- u8 j. P: }She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends' |& K V$ h L. M" A B: J" K
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
, |" L9 U, [- @. L0 g; NSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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$ k" F, i/ o. I3 ~So I called up the captain,; I/ E, L' ~: N9 B1 k6 c
’please bring me my wine’
( R" }; S( Q+ Z' @/ h) ]9 \/ ?He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’' ]- l7 z2 e" f; @
And still those voices are calling from far away,1 ~$ h' z1 S# H8 e( u
Wake you up in the middle of the night
& u6 B. V/ g3 H9 U. B( g! f6 VJust to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
9 a( B5 m% E8 Y' CSuch a lovely place0 q6 T/ p" S/ W! P+ [# S+ H
Such a lovely face
5 V3 W# O/ \, ?0 P& P: X+ N9 N3 pThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
/ d! Z N5 [2 f1 jWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
3 D- t0 d* Z7 @& P7 Z* r F# zThe pink champagne on ice
7 {( t( b% B) V, P5 Z# A7 t* X* ~And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
: j- F+ A0 V/ I mAnd in the master’s chambers,6 s) x7 ~; K7 V1 U. g, E$ U
They gathered for the feast% } _1 ]! x2 C
The stab it with their steely knives,. h7 s, U; F `6 D- L- X7 Z
But they just can’t kill the beast
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$ z/ y9 n9 S8 p' B: H1 QLast thing I remember, I was
( r0 q/ `2 \( dRunning for the door
1 d, S) t$ \. ^0 v; a0 [/ W l% V, QI had to find the passage back- @2 x+ t4 ~. H. M ~4 e
To the place I was before
. a' x d( X! J" n’relax,’ said the night man,
! a7 d! c z) e* v6 {We are programmed to receive.$ k4 `6 v$ T& I; q0 @ `- n& B
You can checkout any time you like,' ^# C6 F& ~' h2 @" c
But you can never leave! |
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