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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
. o' Z3 @$ j0 p2 I" g% fWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
$ r! f% z" m& b, mUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light/ u3 X: f% l! m2 i; x. g* }! w
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim/ a% a4 C; K' Z
I had to stop for the night
! b9 g" H5 h" `: q# P8 SThere she stood in the doorway;
* o, \: Q) @8 uI heard the mission bell, n' K3 Q% V' W2 x% X
And I was thinking to myself,
$ w3 }; g( T# G! v’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
. h( Z, V8 `# y; `: _) {! n8 OThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way% B3 l: R+ E r, K
There were voices down the corridor,$ J7 Z4 \' m$ j1 R: F, o* _. |
I thought I heard them say...* q# a2 U3 H1 ~: F
" [; ?" V; n9 k# | |) rWelcome to the hotel california, u$ Q: [) b# B7 P' u7 {. G6 S' i
Such a lovely place
1 Z, {9 R/ s" P6 C! D4 \6 nSuch a lovely face; z K1 a! L9 } g" k
Plenty of room at the hotel california
6 ?. k. l3 D* V) l* |Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends& Q& v& g" P& B& R( g
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
8 x/ J. Q5 m! ~4 V& U+ CHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
3 i' c( Y7 t3 N A. H& DSome dance to remember, some dance to forget8 F4 `7 W9 C6 ~/ ]* i& O
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So I called up the captain,7 N: K9 y8 p4 ?8 Z# G- P, K4 H
’please bring me my wine’
; j6 p) W: g5 G9 o! b! MHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
5 Y2 \9 r6 i: {/ [% W4 YAnd still those voices are calling from far away,8 b* ?: p9 ?& I9 A5 Z
Wake you up in the middle of the night2 ~- a6 `' r! w! Y" s$ ]0 G
Just to hear them say...& n' z. F$ w8 l: z- B
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Welcome to the hotel california4 n; K# R( t& z2 k
Such a lovely place& _1 S0 z; B X& `
Such a lovely face2 H6 _, v! @" R
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
+ Y* W' @) O; O* l: u" x/ m# X4 kWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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6 M; ]1 @7 Z2 X$ XMirrors on the ceiling,
3 |- q& a4 u6 v3 aThe pink champagne on ice4 `# O; X9 T. S- s2 ^3 h
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
1 {" S( X2 Y: |& \ |5 pAnd in the master’s chambers,
$ y+ n8 o E' S* l O* }They gathered for the feast' S* H2 U( w9 T0 S2 P& {
The stab it with their steely knives,
. l F, t Q2 B' y H% XBut they just can’t kill the beast* L; Y" ^% H/ X( C) Q1 Q
1 z2 ?$ ]; G/ v9 [" v; ~Last thing I remember, I was
: K Y2 U( B- e( x5 O, K8 WRunning for the door1 a& V$ F+ \; H$ g0 \4 a
I had to find the passage back. x3 Y$ ]* y) b
To the place I was before
+ o/ u& H* y! B* F8 p: Q7 p+ V’relax,’ said the night man,
! u9 t$ a ^; b' G% z5 jWe are programmed to receive.: {' Z" N3 Y N) ~' \8 F6 T
You can checkout any time you like,
2 G7 P* K2 l" ^( A" n8 e5 Z; z: P% A5 |But you can never leave! |
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