| 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 the corridor
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| I thought I heard them say
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| Welcome to the
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| Such a lovely place
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| Such a lovely place (background)
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| Such a lovely face
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| Plenty of room at the
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| Any time of year
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| Any time of year (background)
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| You can find it here
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| You can find it here
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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
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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 the night
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| Just to hear them say
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| Welcome to the
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| Such a lovely Place
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| Such a lovely Place (background)
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| Such a lovely face
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| They’re livin' it up at the
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| What a nice surprise
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| What a nice surprise (background)
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| Bring your alibies
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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 |