Hotel California

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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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 And 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, such a lovely place, such a lovely face.
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Plenty of room at the Hotel California, any time of year, you can find it here.
 
 
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  Her mind is Tiffanytwisted,  she got the Mercedes Benz.
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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 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   just to hear them say...
 
 

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 Welcome to the Hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely face.
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They living it up at the Hotel California. What a nice surprise, bring your ali

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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've 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.
 
 
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