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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair |
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Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air |
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Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light |
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My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim |
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I had to stop for the night |
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There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell |
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Then I was thinking to myself this could be Heaven or this could be Hell |
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Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way |
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There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say |
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"Welcome to the Hotel California |
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Such a lovely place |
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(Such a lovely place) |
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Such a lovely face |
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Plenty of room at the Hotel California |
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Any time of year |
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(Any time of year) |
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You can find it here" |
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Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes Bends |
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She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends |
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How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat |
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Some dance to remember, some dance to forget |
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So I called up the captain, "Please bring me my wine" |
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He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969" |
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And still those voices are calling from far away |
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Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say |
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"Welcome to the Hotel California |
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Such a lovely place |
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(Such a lovely place) |
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Such a lovely face |
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They're living it up at the Hotel California |
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What a nice surprise |
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(What a nice surprise) |
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Bring your alibis" |
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Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice |
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And she said, "We are all just prisoners here of our own device" |
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And in the master's chambers they gathered for the feast |
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They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast |
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Last thing I remember I was running for the door |
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I had to find the passage back to the place I was before |
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"Relax," said the night man, "We are programmed to receive |
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You can check out any time you like but you can never leave" |
