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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
\3 L! ]: @; [% w& I- k7 VWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air" ]" s/ W2 {, o
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
! L( o) m" b+ c2 ^. xMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
# B9 E) _! J4 x R% ~6 qI had to stop for the night
1 G7 L% G9 Y0 {) b! U, A9 k7 |There she stood in the doorway;
3 U% Y7 s5 t0 s$ f. dI heard the mission bell9 `( F- ?" {" W/ V1 G3 ?" r' h$ a
And I was thinking to myself,( w% R& o. V( x
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
$ H E3 M h8 u9 uThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
9 j/ N1 M# ~( Q* y! T1 X5 O7 YThere were voices down the corridor,) d4 ^+ X' u0 J$ Z+ w( K: d
I thought I heard them say...! T5 b3 P8 i7 w& K" x# h
" [& B& C7 }& hWelcome to the hotel california* G8 F3 A7 V4 w" F1 M$ g
Such a lovely place
5 |5 P% w) \0 i0 f' \Such a lovely face
. \" E- ~. `" q& u& }Plenty of room at the hotel california, |( t1 p/ g# `& T
Any time of year, you can find it here6 W/ V% f0 q* V( \
0 ^! W3 y7 Y9 IHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends* x& S, u! W5 z: R2 s; B$ }
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends$ N* _: a, F" P4 K$ s8 k3 ~
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
" d6 }# l! a. J* v' p* a2 qSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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{; R2 ?2 N; f4 i* y) tSo I called up the captain,
$ W6 d* m, p! C) E+ U( r. Q$ O+ k’please bring me my wine’, @. u( t! ^4 s k
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
1 `9 Q) v3 t4 _/ z' E% t8 \% yAnd still those voices are calling from far away,9 a- k8 K2 n2 |, s
Wake you up in the middle of the night
7 n" C* Y7 k) b7 R7 F0 V. I3 tJust to hear them say...
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. k2 L: [) r. E: Q9 g' EWelcome to the hotel california+ K1 g% ?/ O5 f. C) w
Such a lovely place+ _% s: J/ b- d8 Q
Such a lovely face5 E0 J" `; X# _( u
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
/ ^/ y+ }0 h1 BWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis6 Y4 x$ m5 W" i
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
3 d5 e$ j5 n$ c# x. f& h1 r5 Q TThe pink champagne on ice
- ^: l" \6 i% r* _" `, l& `& H- s/ VAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’" L8 c: e U2 B& J
And in the master’s chambers,
# j, O4 D& y$ rThey gathered for the feast
7 b( @: W4 @( w3 [The stab it with their steely knives,* m) ~6 {* @7 ^0 k% j- d
But they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was; r- n: I5 D9 p
Running for the door: u$ q) C# M8 S8 y/ A- L+ G+ O
I had to find the passage back4 W; e! g3 E* ]4 F7 W
To the place I was before$ P+ P5 E4 L, r9 v
’relax,’ said the night man,
' l4 H8 o) I. R2 lWe are programmed to receive.
6 S& b; L1 v" K8 UYou can checkout any time you like,
) v8 e4 z$ y) S; A; x1 L1 PBut you can never leave! |
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