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| Bm | F# | | On a dark desert highway, | cool wind in my hair, |
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| A | E | | Warm smell of colitas, | rising up through the air. |
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| G | D | | Up ahead in the distance, | I saw a shimmering light, |
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| Em | F# | | My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, | I had to stop for the night. |
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| Bm | F# | | There she stood in the doorway, | I heard the mission bell, |
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| A | E | | And I was thinking to myself, This could be | heaven and this could be hell. |
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| G | D | | Then she lit up a candle, | and she showed me the way, |
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| Em | F# | | There were voices down the corridor, | I thought I heard them say, |
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| | G | D | | „ | Welcome to the Hotel Califor | nia |
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| | F# | Bm | | | Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a | lovely face |
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| | G | D | | | Plenty of room at the Hotel Califor | nia |
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| | Em | F# | | Any | time of year (any time of year), you can | find it here“ |
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| Bm | F# | | Her mind is Tiffany twisted, | she got the Mercedes Benz, |
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| A | E | | She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, | that she called friends. |
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| G | D | | How they dance in the courtyard , | sweet summer sweat, |
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| Em | F# | | Some dance to remember;, | some dance to forget. |
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| Bm | F# | | So I called up the captain, | Please bring me my wine, he said, |
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| A | E | | We haven’t had that spirit here since | nineteen sixty-nine. |
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| G | D | | And still those voices are calling from | far away, |
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| Em | F# | | Wake you up in the middle of the night, | just to hear them say: |
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| | G | D | | „ | Welcome to the Hotel Califor | nia |
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| | F# | Bm | | | Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a | lovely face |
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| | G | D | | They | livin’ it up at the Hotel Califor | nia |
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| | Em | F# | | What a | nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your | alibis“ |
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| Bm | F# | | Mirrors on the ceiling, | the pink champagne on ice, and she said, |
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| A | E | „ | We are all just prisoners here, | of our own device.“ |
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| G | D | | And in the master’s chambers, | they gather for the feast. |
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| Em | F# | | They stab it with their steely knives, but they | just can’t kill the beast. |
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| Bm | F# | | Last thing I remember, I was | running for the door, |
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| A | E | | I had to find a passage back to the | place I was before. |
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| G | D | „ | Relax,“ said the night man, „We are | programmed to receive, |
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| Em | F# | | You can check out any time you like, | but you can never leave.“ |
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