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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, 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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And I was thinking to myself, This could be heaven and 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 (such a lovely place), 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), you can find it here“ |
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Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz, |
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She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she called 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, he said, |
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We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine. |
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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 (such a lovely place), 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), bring your alibis“ |
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Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice, and she said, |
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| „We are all just prisoners here, of our own device.“ |
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And in the master’s chambers, they gather 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 a 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.“ |
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