| 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. |