On a dark desert highwayCool wind in my hairWarm smell of colitasRising up through the airUp ahead in the distanceI saw a shimmering lightMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dimI had to stop for the nightThere she stood in the doorwayI heard the mission bellAnd I was thinking to myself“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”Then she lit up a candleAnd she showed me the wayThere were voices down the corridorI thought I heard them say“Welcome to the Hotel California”Such a lovely placeSuch a lovely facePlenty of rooms at the Hotel CaliforniaAny time of yearYou can find it hereHer mind is Tiffany-twistedShe got the Mercedes BenzShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boysThat she calls friendsHow they dance in the courtyardSweet summer sweatSome dance to rememberSome dance to forgetSo 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 awayWake you up in the middle of the nightJust to hear them say”Welcome to the Hotel California “Such a lovely placeSuch a lovely faceThey living it up at the Hotel CaliforniaWhat a nice surpriseBring your alibis”Mirrors on the ceilingThe pink champagne on iceAnd she said, “We are all just prisoners hereOf our own device”And in the master’s chambersThey gathered for the feastThey stab it with their steely knivesBut they just can’t kill the beastLast thing I rememberI was running for the doorI had to find the passage backTo the place I was before“Relax.” said the night-man“We are programmed to receiveYou can check out any time you likeBut you can never leave!”
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