On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night.
There she stood in the doorway; 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 down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
And a legion of mindless slaves, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my 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 middle of the night, just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise,
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling, and pink champagne on ice
We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers, they gather for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was running toward the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
'Relax,' said the nightman,'We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like...but you can never leave!'

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