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| On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair 1 j2 d0 c* \" [# p, v( BWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air2 C& I; b2 Y# [" r+ b
 Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
 1 l3 [! \0 s6 l! R3 s; LMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim7 P" |$ u9 b/ U- ]6 b; H, j; L
 I had to stop for the night
 # C6 U7 z7 G! P! H  ?$ O- [& lThere she stood in the doorway;
 + S5 m8 f! j. g2 eI heard the mission bell3 l# T# W* J: k. W) h& `, x3 `
 And I was thinking to myself,
 3 G2 C2 m2 \4 T. F’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
 ' p' i! t# k4 P- B1 T( FThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
 ( N& p( X0 M3 z2 `- PThere were voices down the corridor,
 0 X) S5 K/ ?1 f; q1 ~I thought I heard them say...5 ~1 L: c( }7 E6 }! q9 ?
 
 6 u" ~( z( A5 r- M/ oWelcome to the hotel california
 ) p/ b8 H0 h3 c/ l: i) D3 zSuch a lovely place* t) p/ E, ~$ V3 e
 Such a lovely face8 x9 Y) R  w/ ]6 P4 p
 Plenty of room at the hotel california1 O% M- N9 o. z/ {
 Any time of year, you can find it here7 K3 I5 k& f5 @, x. {
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 Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
 . E6 X! H7 k1 }She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
 3 L$ n- B" P- }- DHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
 + o8 u& |. }  b1 _# P3 [% lSome dance to remember, some dance to forget1 S2 L( E, M" V: e" l
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 So I called up the captain,
 . T8 W/ U. O: p( y) @’please bring me my wine’
 , C, d& z4 H, |9 }% DHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
 @; \: J2 x0 y7 f# j9 V/ hAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
 . x5 C( o& u- r) @: Q" dWake you up in the middle of the night
 8 T& K; m$ c# I- lJust to hear them say...+ E, r; o% Q. k* I( ~
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 Welcome to the hotel california
 8 _) r5 o! [9 D2 ySuch a lovely place0 P' _' m5 O$ D6 |7 C
 Such a lovely face4 ?% T& U% I" h9 A+ [2 b
 They livin’ it up at the hotel california
 * G1 c8 _% x6 T9 x/ A$ eWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis: ]8 u4 i. [' N
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 Mirrors on the ceiling,
 8 i% b" u4 K* u7 Q0 h/ \6 b. i( bThe pink champagne on ice
 c. g" B" f) U: sAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’( l, S# b7 G+ G& W0 ~* q/ n
 And in the master’s chambers,8 g) T( \8 x0 l! J- o' D- n* O& a
 They gathered for the feast9 e9 {  k* _8 c4 v8 S4 O
 The stab it with their steely knives,) I- V% X9 p3 ], c6 J
 But they just can’t kill the beast' _' ]( G) K9 E8 F; f+ ~; ^
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 Last thing I remember, I was, s9 F2 G/ |7 J
 Running for the door
 ' w3 m# A8 z2 N* x% CI had to find the passage back2 y/ o! p9 I3 D/ S' m. t
 To the place I was before0 P. \5 b6 h  O0 D5 N" p2 X
 ’relax,’ said the night man,3 s* \7 J9 Z4 F! a; M9 a
 We are programmed to receive.1 k  F( ~# Y  r" B- J+ a8 X( i
 You can checkout any time you like," X( ~+ t" m1 ]. R0 q6 @, J
 But you can never leave!
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