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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair+ b0 |$ [3 o/ @/ M0 Z$ ~7 ~
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air- k) ]9 A# I7 z
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light6 n( M4 ^$ I+ U% @
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
' @) @- d! I$ N+ eI had to stop for the night
+ P! R) W; k$ E& \# KThere she stood in the doorway;
$ f- V' L! r: `# \I heard the mission bell
j! Y" P3 \4 v% t0 AAnd I was thinking to myself,
* ?% _ H( j) _1 y# p! y’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
) m0 J, q/ U8 T; ~Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
) ~; s9 A, H7 ~0 [6 xThere were voices down the corridor,; @$ ?7 i, ]$ b* e
I thought I heard them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
! Y% G$ V8 z7 DSuch a lovely place
1 Y! P3 ]* R- B5 m# @Such a lovely face
+ w6 c1 x& y6 r- hPlenty of room at the hotel california
6 q/ G5 V; `* ^& H5 b! b% dAny time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends8 W) ]) ]* r* C' u+ i
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends+ L! q: ^8 [/ O% ^- g
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
& d# j9 }; g" p* G' A+ l' \Some dance to remember, some dance to forget5 x* o" {" u' M
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So I called up the captain,! i. ^% h6 M; y3 C/ C
’please bring me my wine’
; Y7 x* }7 ]# ]$ }* PHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
! {9 Q7 ~& J; o; o( k. MAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
9 R& V1 t# {: p; R2 D* z# [- e& {Wake you up in the middle of the night- n8 o- w/ B( ~; P, h9 H( ?
Just to hear them say...8 D% @( _# }4 S4 _+ ]
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Welcome to the hotel california
2 @* b" f% T! d9 X, s9 P3 fSuch a lovely place
3 a/ ~$ ]) V$ m3 g3 sSuch a lovely face
8 A7 _) f5 K/ g ]4 A" oThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
% x6 t" A1 l0 b3 o- C. _& NWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
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And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’, t2 m5 x# N( \% I1 |5 k
And in the master’s chambers,* f7 B) Z/ x* U$ L
They gathered for the feast( @7 A9 H- p4 \ ^
The stab it with their steely knives,( g4 E& v6 P* C
But they just can’t kill the beast
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) [: R5 a7 z2 ^1 L! q- n+ L1 |Last thing I remember, I was) J& M- @* A7 [2 k5 a( v
Running for the door2 O! r6 i' p* |8 o7 Q0 n
I had to find the passage back1 E0 G+ r3 u4 a" \; Z. Q3 }6 p
To the place I was before+ x% A" _$ r: v) W% G/ b
’relax,’ said the night man,
" O: Q' q9 l% b0 n! D) \0 q! @ ZWe are programmed to receive.
1 I3 A/ e* R, QYou can checkout any time you like,. t6 `& {' H3 p, X
But you can never leave! |
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