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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair6 Q8 j+ `' |; A8 c
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
" K& H0 j! Q: F b" j8 d) N: d! EUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
' Q0 ~, i8 [% U5 S$ F6 TMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim2 `) Q( X8 J% {3 O, T
I had to stop for the night1 @" }* |! @: @5 h: p
There she stood in the doorway;
% P3 ?! v) F" u* l* M" [I heard the mission bell
: n; I( b( R, ]1 YAnd I was thinking to myself,
* }( u: k8 Z9 s+ O3 a3 L’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
% M6 N5 T0 L& ^" S/ @) CThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way( H& c. v/ F! X/ ]3 m
There were voices down the corridor,. L- I5 r4 Y" e" K9 R: k2 ?4 z2 X5 w
I thought I heard them say...% f$ [, v) H5 e0 p% P: U V
, G, ] I6 a3 k' }; \Welcome to the hotel california, h# i4 k2 v/ z0 a* |; j8 B" U1 E& L
Such a lovely place9 Q- v* N; Z h8 e4 N0 O: B
Such a lovely face
" H$ M5 B! e2 a0 {9 YPlenty of room at the hotel california3 S$ m1 y$ b6 K9 H# U2 \
Any time of year, you can find it here4 s# _0 v# N) q1 O" M5 |
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends* ^3 I! U$ H4 r5 T2 O
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
0 p$ K) z( p, jHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
+ ^0 ` Z+ r; d. A9 p5 R: U2 tSome dance to remember, some dance to forget
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* L# y) {5 w4 d0 H" ~: gSo I called up the captain,$ Q/ A& A( i1 q6 b
’please bring me my wine’( L2 P0 [- m q* \4 e* }6 X1 i
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’( c5 Y; m9 `+ j6 I- X- c
And still those voices are calling from far away,
# w D6 P" |8 S" rWake you up in the middle of the night& R. G, A; q7 Z" M# j
Just to hear them say...+ ]1 {- T2 D! P! @: a& i& n
7 U" ^) n/ G5 F- UWelcome to the hotel california9 w0 i* _3 H/ X4 `
Such a lovely place
. H( Y! Q8 W9 OSuch a lovely face
$ A+ S# T( H# o {7 u4 J( kThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
$ x8 l% Z3 f) ^What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
& M; g4 W0 D. g _The pink champagne on ice# G1 N) \0 g: x$ b
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’& j6 ~' w$ n d& [/ H
And in the master’s chambers,) v" e' f2 x# R( J, I
They gathered for the feast7 f' `6 y% b" U4 o4 Z6 I5 ^
The stab it with their steely knives,
: t- L9 Z! Z- g6 C# d. G; ^( YBut they just can’t kill the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was
1 E6 g& H& j: B0 B* A5 e' nRunning for the door
3 R" I& _6 M2 [: `/ O9 cI had to find the passage back
/ G4 o2 w7 \% j" @$ a" u+ F" Z7 pTo the place I was before
" m# D9 n4 q/ e) d/ |’relax,’ said the night man,
; _! R# m: H; w( mWe are programmed to receive.2 T. d9 g. h2 S
You can checkout any time you like,
0 K0 n* v( Z5 @! A# ~) |But you can never leave! |
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