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On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dimmer
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
'This could be heaven or this could be hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say---

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely face)
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweats
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middles of the night
Just to hear them say---

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely face)
They living it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring you alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here of our own device'
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax', said the night man
'We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave'

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