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;
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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
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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, 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, 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,
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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
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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, 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 checkout any time you like,
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but you can never leave!
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Hotel California
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