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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 in corridor
I thought I heard them say... ...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely face)
There s plenty of rooms at the
Hotel California
Any time of year you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes-Benz
She got a lot of pretty,
Pretty boys 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
