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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 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 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
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She got the Mercedes Benz
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She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
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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, 'We haven't had that spirit here"
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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 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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They livin' it up at the Hotel California
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What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
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Bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling
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The pink champagne on ice
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And 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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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, I was
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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 night man
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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!
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