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On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
The 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 the corridor
I thought i heard them say
Her mind is definitely twisted
She's got her mercedes benz
She's got a lotta 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 the captain
Please bring me my wine
He said we haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices they're calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Mirrors on the ceilling, the pink champaign on ice
And she said we are all just prisoners here of our own device
In the masters chambers they're gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knifes but they just can't kill the beast
Last thing i remember, i was runnin' for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place i was before
good night said the night man we are programmed to receive
You can check out anyytime you like, but you can never leave
Panteon Rococo
Hotel California
Hotel California
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
The 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 the corridor
I thought i heard them say
Her mind is definitely twisted
She's got her mercedes benz
She's got a lotta 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 the captain
Please bring me my wine
He said we haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices they're calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Mirrors on the ceilling, the pink champaign on ice
And she said we are all just prisoners here of our own device
In the masters chambers they're gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knifes but they just can't kill the beast
Last thing i remember, i was runnin' for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place i was before
good night said the night man we are programmed to receive
You can check out anyytime you like, but you can never leave
