[Originally by Eagles]
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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, 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 that corridor
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I thought I heard them say
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[original chorus beat]
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Her mind is Tiffany twisted
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She's got the Mercedes bends
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She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
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That 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 wine, and he said
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We haven't had that spirit here since the 1969
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And still those voices are calling from farrrr awwwwaaaay
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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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[original chorus beat]
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Mirrors on the ceiling
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Pink champagne 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 programed to recieve
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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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[original chorus beat]
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Hotel California
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Pennywise |