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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair8 S& I+ J2 V7 R7 K
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
6 y+ d2 C' v1 X( o; MUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
" \. d, s* c. S, I9 z6 n# p9 U' t7 ]My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim) h6 _/ m! B! ?) ?
I had to stop for the night1 p5 j3 X6 g8 `& T
There she stood in the doorway;
$ [7 s2 b1 z! [. k4 C( e' SI heard the mission bell- U; {% |9 V+ A0 U
And I was thinking to myself,
7 N: ]' J/ E, T: o- x* P’this could be heaven or this could be hell’7 F, O* F+ ~0 n' r
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
P: l1 l; g h V! @. hThere were voices down the corridor,
% q: R8 J3 a' h) F9 X0 EI thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
, f7 o0 A' Y8 ?5 i. P0 ySuch a lovely place1 o2 _$ w( ]8 d" m. q7 ?
Such a lovely face
- s8 ~& ~' t# S% [/ X/ H7 xPlenty of room at the hotel california
& I7 P0 e' r3 Z, k6 \% c: pAny time of year, you can find it here$ w: o* M) |8 F. t2 c3 E
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends+ q9 |) E" ^; C6 B+ l) j; I5 M
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends% @; z3 c6 r2 p* M9 v+ H
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
! o* T3 n' P4 W. [0 u, U) pSome dance to remember, some dance to forget2 e3 x' q( M/ W- q* V* a! f, h3 w. [
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So I called up the captain,
5 s l+ Q- B5 y7 e, i3 ]. M’please bring me my wine’
6 B. f6 l0 E8 q' yHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
x" y" d3 [$ h0 f6 k- a& k+ |* LAnd still those voices are calling from far away, G1 `4 C W' v$ ~/ o
Wake you up in the middle of the night' f+ Q9 v, L( M. s
Just to hear them say..." G# \% Y! M7 u( Q
7 r% K; _$ R2 A* \1 y" y; O) \Welcome to the hotel california% t0 @0 }3 `; B0 s6 ]3 H
Such a lovely place
# B3 R3 W ?' O, u* x' DSuch a lovely face
0 k) r6 h+ P4 `They livin’ it up at the hotel california
8 k0 F- t; j) K- \% R( ~& u7 H8 {; CWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis2 T: a' @' m0 o7 T: M7 E4 u& w, [% N
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
! R7 u, P7 t+ W) vThe pink champagne on ice
4 l6 _5 |, i% K! z: l [8 BAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’0 Q0 M( R! |1 Q! w
And in the master’s chambers,; ?: H0 l" ?/ q2 r
They gathered for the feast0 Z9 R0 l6 i4 k# d$ b" K
The stab it with their steely knives,
# e) |' J1 L1 P7 g& wBut they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was
4 b: \: v/ V1 E/ ?) k7 |. P! uRunning for the door/ ?. ^0 `4 A; G3 D: R! Y
I had to find the passage back
+ I7 ~9 `% C+ l) R+ e/ Z. H' n! rTo the place I was before9 ~* r( a# x# s' n1 A6 f
’relax,’ said the night man,( e: `) X4 W# ?) x- W4 P
We are programmed to receive.
4 \) b$ X- r' T: l8 X: `You can checkout any time you like,8 v( v& s+ t H# o% I7 r
But you can never leave! |
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