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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 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.
 
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