On a dark desert highway
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Cool wind in my hair
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Warm smell of colitas
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Rising up through the air
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Up ahead in the distance
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I saw a shimmering light
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My head grew heavy
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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
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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
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You can find it here
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Her mind is Tiffany twisted
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She got the Mercedes Bentz
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She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
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That she call 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, some dance to forget
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So I called up the captine
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"Please bring me my wine"
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He said,
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"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 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 you alibis..
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Mirrors on the ceiling
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The pink champaine on ice
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And she said
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"We are all just prisoners here
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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
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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 nightman
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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
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Hotel California
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