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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
; S* _# e$ Y9 c$ u0 w* n. C/ f4 iWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air8 Q! l( k, }1 D1 ?% Q" _% S0 s5 w
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light3 u9 }( J- m; v
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim4 R/ K0 c, w2 y, A1 c5 b
I had to stop for the night
' `) ~ t8 v9 T* T4 nThere she stood in the doorway;, z; H1 _3 [% B- o2 Y/ S$ B
I heard the mission bell3 S% K6 f6 F3 A8 @: i( |" F( |; [
And I was thinking to myself,
2 K2 K9 ]7 F# k6 F& \: v; u’this could be heaven or this could be hell’; x `) J A5 S
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way1 J( e$ f, J' L
There were voices down the corridor,
4 ^ w9 C! Y8 s0 i# P1 EI thought I heard them say...
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9 S: e" Z# F& e8 ^Welcome to the hotel california
@: F2 y1 u' Y* B+ g; TSuch a lovely place
3 o0 y, H0 y/ g* f+ ]Such a lovely face$ c5 N& C; W9 ^
Plenty of room at the hotel california
& ?! g1 H& \" U3 k. X% U+ h/ RAny time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends: J0 \7 N. _( L' v4 p) m# o
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
- D* ~1 m# H* C8 M. T( FHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat." [( e. P f; p& y7 I, f
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget/ M& `' w( B n0 J5 T" @
( R- a c( |7 B+ V6 ^7 MSo I called up the captain,
: |! N: L% q2 P7 f1 @0 z& n’please bring me my wine’
$ I1 o7 g, O. N1 t4 sHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’& G7 w! j9 t% F) a
And still those voices are calling from far away,
- v0 G* p3 P; qWake you up in the middle of the night
3 ~2 F3 l/ B |3 }$ g4 ]Just to hear them say...% E/ h, A6 x( U! x) l w
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Welcome to the hotel california
- r1 a) T* V+ x+ {0 v ZSuch a lovely place" Z0 e3 ?( p* @8 E
Such a lovely face4 {% l7 @' m7 h9 T2 |3 \
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
# f1 T8 I) S1 [. b u: d& i0 KWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,! \+ B5 p V2 D( ?' \ ?
The pink champagne on ice; F: e' D) ]" _' Q
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’7 v8 Q: q! g9 o9 m
And in the master’s chambers,
$ {$ o! q8 b7 H! `They gathered for the feast/ X* u7 F$ k+ k" R7 C" F
The stab it with their steely knives,
" y, k2 a+ B& ^! WBut they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was
$ k1 }0 f! @' tRunning for the door
- Z0 r. l- |' a/ UI had to find the passage back7 N8 A4 L0 J$ K: n
To the place I was before2 S A5 u$ a6 A. I
’relax,’ said the night man,
! U1 R( m# V, v2 `! e( D7 oWe are programmed to receive.
: Y2 a# L/ U8 v) o, \You can checkout any time you like,
) i3 O) E4 M/ X: {6 oBut you can never leave! |
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