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HOTEL CALIFORNIA
The Eagles (Don Felder-Don Henley-Glenn Frey)
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of rising up through the air
Up ahead in the , I saw a light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the ,
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking 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 in ,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a place (such a lovely face)
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the , sweet summer sweat,
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain, `Please bring me some wine'
He said, `We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely face)
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here
Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
And she said, `we are all just here, of our own device'
And in the masters , they for the feast
They stab it with their steely knifes,
But they just can't kill the beast
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 to receive.
You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.'
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