| 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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| Heard the mission’s bell
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| And I was thinking to myself
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| ‽This could be Heaven or this could be Hellâ€
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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, such a lovely face
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| Many a rooms at the Hotel California
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| Anytime of year you can find it here
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| Welcome to the Hotel California
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| Such a lovely place, 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 your alibis
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| Mirrors on the ceiling
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| Pink champagne on ice
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| She said «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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| 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
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| 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» |