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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair9 P/ r. I+ A. S6 Y( Y6 j. g7 h
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air1 }& n0 R+ r1 g
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
" }, w" Y; T; M* K& mMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
) u6 u6 A7 `" y6 b9 J& Q jI had to stop for the night
7 J) d* G. Y2 }! Y8 cThere she stood in the doorway;( n8 }! |+ r3 {: ^4 i7 g1 Y5 N
I heard the mission bell
% E Q" Y# C+ e6 mAnd I was thinking to myself,/ o; C( K* {2 t1 Q- n
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’2 o) L& t, X# ~" `
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
5 t& Y. y/ b; T" T4 X3 kThere were voices down the corridor,
{" Q4 o: D* i9 DI thought I heard them say...# _6 f1 |- \# u7 l$ f& `- h
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Welcome to the hotel california h5 _6 f" G6 X l8 |; B0 X( ^
Such a lovely place3 k8 V. K8 T1 Z6 {
Such a lovely face
& W' B" o1 q9 c" F8 P7 aPlenty of room at the hotel california( o' _, I/ j! x% V4 A0 }1 o% a; x: |7 W
Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
+ A) {! B0 P1 D7 F4 J" K7 X; V. _She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends/ O5 X% T# {0 z* b
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.( N% G3 ?$ [0 H$ }0 K. r3 O
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
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4 b* W, k0 e; I- g3 n0 o) B! hSo I called up the captain,1 `/ Q3 v0 i/ E" s- p6 ~
’please bring me my wine’
c, S" z- u; l$ jHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’ { _8 n# Z( @* g4 C; b+ W6 q: y
And still those voices are calling from far away,
5 g$ T' T. f7 K7 j6 s. k4 _Wake you up in the middle of the night, C/ O6 M+ G5 ?8 J- ~
Just to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
1 |' C; H+ o% kSuch a lovely place
% u6 x- `; ?7 `9 X+ C8 CSuch a lovely face6 N* d. I" K2 t2 B' a5 O
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
" {# H8 b7 d# ?! e: h7 ] jWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis: W' W: j% y# G+ f' O; a: ], N
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
# s- M5 p- g4 F F& iThe pink champagne on ice0 w8 w f0 ?' v& _3 x$ o8 o
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
$ _4 f0 a+ N0 D7 R* NAnd in the master’s chambers,
& P& f& }* l: L6 c. MThey gathered for the feast& _/ N, t3 P L+ i
The stab it with their steely knives,
2 M5 C' W: E- U' ^; w+ dBut they just can’t kill the beast
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" [9 t0 T. c& [) @3 ULast thing I remember, I was3 R$ Q7 a1 ^6 d* p& D
Running for the door; ~# d9 V1 Z2 R; V0 P7 Q$ y/ B
I had to find the passage back
6 L# [/ U2 P1 i: h7 s8 pTo the place I was before8 E* p. A" V+ J" p G
’relax,’ said the night man,$ e$ s- `0 S5 x! i7 ~! x# V
We are programmed to receive.# V6 |" K& E& O7 G$ r5 ~, Z5 w
You can checkout any time you like,* c! t6 P: h; S! C: ~2 g( E- @2 s
But you can never leave! |
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