Hotel California/The Eagles

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 dimmer  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 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

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 the captain:                                         ''Please bring me my wine''

he said,                                                                 ''we haven't had that spirit here

since nineteen sixty nine                                       and stills 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 face                                                They livin'it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise                                             bring you alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling                                            The pink champagne on ice

And she said:                                                         ''we are all just prisoners here

of our own device''                          

And in the master's chambers                              they gathered for the feast

they stab it with their steely knives                       but hey just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember                                           running for the door

I had to find the passage back                              to the place I was before

''relax'',said the night man,                                    ''we are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like,                    But you can never leave''

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