The Eagles - Hotel Californiaadd

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On a dark desert highway,  cool wind in my hair
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Warm smell of colitas  rising up through the air
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Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
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My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night

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There she stood in the doorway;  I heard the mission bell
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And I was thinking to myself,"This could be heaven or this could be hell"
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Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way
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There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

{Chorus}
B                            F#
Welcome to the Hotel California.
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Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
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Plenty of room at the Hotel California
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Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

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Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
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She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys   that she calls friends
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How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
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Some dance to remember,  some dance to forget
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So I called up the captain;  "Please bring me my wine." He said;
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"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"
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And still those voices are calling from far away
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Wake you up in the middle of the night,  just to hear them say

{Chorus}
B                            F#
Welcome to the Hotel California.
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Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
     B                                F#
They livin' if up at the Hotel California
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What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis

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Mirrors on the ceiling,  the pink champagne on ice. And she said;
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"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
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And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
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They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

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Last thing I remember, I was  running for the door
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I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
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"Relax" said the nightman, "We are  programmed to receive"
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"You can check out anytime you like,  but you can never leave"