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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 |
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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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And 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, 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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