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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
0 ]; c$ d7 F! ^4 o6 S2 k, @' Q2 p3 C( YWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air$ J/ W7 o- K" I, F) J
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
- R; m# M$ y9 T: x5 m) PMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim: R3 ?( L( h! M: }- L( Y, E- [
I had to stop for the night+ E w( |* t" j8 y" E
There she stood in the doorway;2 K/ a3 q' ?* A% p& D x% R
I heard the mission bell
0 m7 C3 a$ J( l- L; mAnd I was thinking to myself,0 h7 J# V8 g' \) d
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’* J3 M$ W1 [) g" S! Q
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
6 G2 q$ w0 r$ L" b V9 n. FThere were voices down the corridor,2 M0 c# s; o, _# M5 J5 s) D! ^
I thought I heard them say... ?4 @9 j8 i/ w0 F5 @
9 O' ]1 ^: @& o( H3 [+ NWelcome to the hotel california8 q3 B6 R0 T6 S/ T: J( t
Such a lovely place, v% G+ P" M( `" L7 a: M6 D5 }6 \
Such a lovely face
0 K+ ~' { q' V2 L2 I% W2 mPlenty of room at the hotel california, K! `; u$ h+ s# H# G
Any time of year, you can find it here
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" g8 n5 E' K# E- rHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends3 t& J7 {; i+ K0 ^; ?3 ~
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends5 I0 ~0 b. i6 t, s: p( H
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.. `% ?, T9 `! j/ p
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget% k' \. b2 \8 m
/ x# C9 e# ~0 Y9 ~! D' KSo I called up the captain,
, W% s' w, ?( i' O5 Z; Y; M' s’please bring me my wine’' U* V3 V( V& U: _; N
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
0 } _8 V! l, ^And still those voices are calling from far away,
* S" O- O4 A& `" }- Q; E4 PWake you up in the middle of the night( X! y6 S5 M7 X+ l
Just to hear them say...1 g% |+ K- J3 a- i0 c. O. F
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Welcome to the hotel california8 S7 x6 `! W: S0 x2 s
Such a lovely place* g" s: W5 G: \4 l) f g
Such a lovely face6 p7 p" a5 _% a [6 ~6 ?
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
, }2 \; C# N4 I! ]8 _6 `4 yWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis: b: a6 C7 z8 [9 P
3 W8 G% R/ ~8 f6 b4 Z |Mirrors on the ceiling,# J" X D+ q }! F; U+ P8 |
The pink champagne on ice
6 ?' I$ k0 P) d, A% U y$ f2 yAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
) Q& o O+ ~7 wAnd in the master’s chambers,
6 D+ Y# p9 Y$ b# K8 @7 K; LThey gathered for the feast
5 `# @, C2 ?+ Y8 O6 CThe stab it with their steely knives,
/ T9 A* [8 H4 a0 ^6 `But they just can’t kill the beast
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& o! K4 v. |3 ]0 O) R3 fLast thing I remember, I was
3 y0 H* B# k _ Y' d" v9 jRunning for the door
8 f" Z7 z0 W- j! [1 yI had to find the passage back
8 | K/ t6 P# _9 L3 jTo the place I was before, C) v' d) }' I" L" q
’relax,’ said the night man,
/ L# Q( [& K# B/ \( H# wWe are programmed to receive.
/ b7 f) a2 p# @3 V; vYou can checkout any time you like,9 K$ p, Q2 ?7 `2 O. b! C O' A& y7 A" d
But you can never leave! |
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