| 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 (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 (Any time of year)
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| You can find it here
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| Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
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| She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys 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 (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 (what a nice surprise)
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| 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
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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 night man
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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!" |