| 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, I heard the mission bell
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| Then I was thinking to myself 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 I thought I heard them say
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| "Welcome to the Hotel California
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| Such a lovely place
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| (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
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| (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 that 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, "Please bring me my wine"
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| He said, "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 just to hear them say
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| "Welcome to the Hotel California
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| Such a lovely place
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| (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
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| (Any time of year)
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| You can find it here"
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| Mirrors on the ceiling, 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 they gathered for the feast
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| They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast
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| Last thing I remember 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, "We are programmed to receive
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| You can check out any time you like but you can never leave" |