| On a dark desert highway |
| Cool wind in my hair |
| Warm smell of colitas |
| Rising up through the air |
| Up ahead in the distance |
| I saw a shimmering light |
| My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim |
| I had to stop for the night |
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| There she stood in the doorway |
| I heard the mission bell |
| And I was thinkin' to myself |
| 'This could be heaven or this could be hell |
| Then she lit up a candle |
| And she showed me the way |
| There were voices down the corridor |
| I thought I heard them say |
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| Welcome to the Hotel California |
| Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) |
| Such a lovely face |
| Plenty of room at the Hotel California |
| Any time of year (any time of year) |
| You can find it here |
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| Her mind is Tiffany-twisted |
| She got the Mercedes Benz, uh |
| She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys |
| That she calls friends |
| How they dance in the courtyard |
| Sweet summer sweat |
| Some dance to remember |
| Some dance to forget |
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| So I called up the Captain |
| "Please bring me my wine" |
| He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969" |
| And still those voices are calling from far away |
| Wake you up in the middle of the night |
| Just to hear them say |
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| Welcome to the Hotel California |
| Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) |
| Such a lovely face |
| They livin' it up at the Hotel California |
| What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) |
| Bring your alibis |
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| Mirrors on the ceiling |
| The pink champagne on ice |
| And she said, "We are all just prisoners here of our own device" |
| And in the master's chambers |
| They gathered for the feast |
| 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 |
| I had to find the passage back |
| To the place I was before |
| "Relax", said the night man |
| "We are programmed to receive |
| You can check out any time you like |
| But you can never leave" |