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Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light
Head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
Heard the mission bell
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
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 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
Livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here of our own device
In the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
Stab it with their steely knives
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 programmed to receive
You can check-out any time you like
But you can never leave