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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair6 l0 G- F' M6 N5 p
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
0 `" a) s, s6 n n% O6 W( \9 ?Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
) r q4 B4 {: m3 o4 \My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
! `# k& O* F9 C! B9 d! S9 ?I had to stop for the night2 Z0 V% ]1 V! T2 z% C* a5 p5 Q9 m
There she stood in the doorway;
7 j0 Q" t S/ |/ h7 eI heard the mission bell s+ q8 m5 j$ j5 i# Y
And I was thinking to myself,* h2 U7 \9 n1 M: L4 X
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
! Z7 ~1 {! a( _4 r, B1 DThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
/ W( d. j d9 T8 j! l" Z" h1 W/ J4 [1 cThere were voices down the corridor,; z3 \7 D; p: Q$ H1 n
I thought I heard them say...
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0 ~: U- K' B/ I e/ T/ [Welcome to the hotel california
; M$ |0 K7 L" [( B( [, I! rSuch a lovely place1 y! H1 R" y7 k8 ?3 C6 e) d7 _
Such a lovely face1 f6 \" E% p1 j+ q+ y! r) s# S
Plenty of room at the hotel california
5 A8 P) b6 w: y+ |Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
* I( l1 c7 b" K9 Q) S! c9 HShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
( `/ o+ Q( b6 J5 D X3 CHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.+ e& w% j" A+ U/ {% ^4 q/ e0 F* p
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget6 n$ j. p8 i: F
3 E* u3 V& X" ]2 ~So I called up the captain,
|$ d- i& d0 E’please bring me my wine’4 C" e. g7 G$ k# Y7 E. g( A# @ e) z9 A
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’8 w3 j9 [9 _! f) P% ~/ _
And still those voices are calling from far away,
0 M7 Q3 G. y* c7 Y# [Wake you up in the middle of the night
" L* i$ P% g! O, C% W, ]Just to hear them say...
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9 W8 y* b0 I( r- v5 m7 DWelcome to the hotel california1 |: F" H7 p! [
Such a lovely place: ~- {* O+ Z5 L8 c! \$ R7 u# m
Such a lovely face
1 A, M; ]8 j1 B3 B+ u yThey livin’ it up at the hotel california& h3 q6 H; ^- k
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,$ V4 \$ k. M9 D) t6 z
The pink champagne on ice$ R; l6 W/ ]# w) r3 R
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’, `. o/ l s! y3 j+ F) |& ]
And in the master’s chambers,
3 s; j# h& F2 tThey gathered for the feast; U" p O0 F% G, C
The stab it with their steely knives,6 s) U" o* v5 q2 t- F0 G+ }
But they just can’t kill the beast
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; d/ |* d& j1 S6 g2 s8 FLast thing I remember, I was
! V' }' c: @# v( I! p; P! R% `# bRunning for the door2 v$ J7 l' G6 K% q8 z A9 Q& _
I had to find the passage back1 L# S+ d" Y, |+ Q) L" P. w
To the place I was before6 C. y4 Y! G4 x0 \. q s2 B+ c W& I
’relax,’ said the night man,+ G2 Z& I$ ^/ ]) A8 |8 M
We are programmed to receive.& ~5 c% p/ U( r
You can checkout any time you like,4 R' n( p' Y) I7 l
But you can never leave! |
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