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On a dark desert highway
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Cool wind in my hair
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The wrm smell of colitas
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Rising up through the air
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Up ahaed in a distance
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I saw ashimmering light
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My head grew heavy and my side 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
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And she showed me the way
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There were voices down the corridore
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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 face
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There's plenty of room in the Hotel California
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Any time of year, you can find it here
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Her mind is tiffany twisted
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She's got a Mercedes Benz
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She's got a lotta pretty, pretty boys
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She calls friends
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How they dance in the courtyard
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Sweet summer sweat
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Some dance to remember
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Some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain
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Please bring me my vine
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He said "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"
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And still those voices they're 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 face
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They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
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What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceilling, the pink champaign on ice
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And she said "We are all just prisoners here of our own
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device"
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In the masters chambers they're gahthered for the feast
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They stab it with their steely knifes but they just can't kill
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the beast
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Last thing I remember, I was runnin' 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're all programmed to recieve
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You can check out everytime you like, but you can never
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leave"
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Hotel California (Remake)
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