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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair1 D+ N h" J; r! N$ y+ p
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
( w; ~# e8 t6 P& l4 LUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
4 z. u( ~5 n/ n! DMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim( Z& f' f$ k! Y7 o
I had to stop for the night$ a* z' [. D/ R# g
There she stood in the doorway;% F- U( h( ? s
I heard the mission bell1 W+ V$ O# ? O" P. A+ E, S
And I was thinking to myself,
- {, ~& i) F# W |2 f' C: n’this could be heaven or this could be hell’% C5 L* B0 a& _ |2 g7 Q6 `, c
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
: \& I" P0 i$ Z6 p# VThere were voices down the corridor,
2 M& X# p! Y5 Z: O9 ?I thought I heard them say...
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* c- N( D; U( z" ?Welcome to the hotel california
+ c* G1 k; j1 Q8 J9 {! ]9 VSuch a lovely place
0 w: g# U6 U) m: I$ LSuch a lovely face: }2 g9 P$ y( K* [7 [3 P
Plenty of room at the hotel california! u. X5 H& E: J' m! p
Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
+ P9 a, T. d- P* Z1 NShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends# E: j$ _7 r2 e; O& _2 {# a _
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
' U4 O8 E6 h) Z/ ^7 S/ L' mSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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- ]; [" N! y7 I- qSo I called up the captain,3 n$ @8 e3 ` ?& d/ M" I/ N, x# Y
’please bring me my wine’
+ F$ f1 h0 }/ ]* K+ ]1 w$ v0 C0 QHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
+ A5 N* y h/ m% VAnd still those voices are calling from far away,- N4 h( L1 O2 s* R" L
Wake you up in the middle of the night( I% }8 P! q1 @- m
Just to hear them say...& g k# u7 M- r5 u3 p+ G
2 D1 f9 @+ A: nWelcome to the hotel california
$ W) f |; K2 U2 |0 Z m& s! zSuch a lovely place8 @( x& [" P7 R; B7 `
Such a lovely face
+ E- p' O- S8 j1 V2 S6 vThey livin’ it up at the hotel california! y2 f7 J6 X0 O" m, n
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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4 r6 j. h& P+ a2 G" LMirrors on the ceiling,
& `. p& k# ~: A% Q4 G5 LThe pink champagne on ice
. g; V `4 y, j3 AAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’) C- c7 _* c9 x! c
And in the master’s chambers,4 y. K, @; h9 z% r6 B3 B
They gathered for the feast
& R/ ^0 A3 @4 V0 g- V) e( @4 K' fThe stab it with their steely knives,1 d3 z. _0 {% A' G v" X
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was; J2 Z' U0 T2 h# J1 C
Running for the door8 _4 w! D* Q# p) W# T
I had to find the passage back+ l& w: s" r# D. X3 o
To the place I was before) O, E* w& E+ O
’relax,’ said the night man,
& n7 g$ t; T n1 _% yWe are programmed to receive." o5 `8 _2 r1 h( F/ \
You can checkout any time you like,
! d7 t4 z" y, E T- a9 DBut you can never leave! |
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