| 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 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;
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| I heard the mission bell
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| And I was thinking to myself,
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| '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,
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| I thought I heard them say…
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| Welcome to the Hotel California
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| Such a lovely place (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 (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 Benz
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| She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys 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,
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| 'Please bring me my wine'
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| He said, 'We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
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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
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| Just to hear them say…
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| Welcome to the Hotel California
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| Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
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| Such a lovely face
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| They livin' it up at the Hotel California
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| What a nice surprise (what a nice suprise)
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| Bring your alibis
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| Mirrors on the ceiling,
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| 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,
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| They gathered for the feast
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| They stab it with their steely knives,
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| But they just can’t kill the beast
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| Last thing I remember, I was
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| Running for the door
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| I had to find the passage back
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| To the place I was before
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| 'Relax,' said the night man,
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| 'We are programmed to receive.
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| You can check-out any time you like,
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| But you can never leave!' |