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"Welcome to the Hotel California
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Plenty of rooms at the Hotel California
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Any time of year you can find it here "
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How they dance in the courtyard sweet summer sweat.
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So I called up the Captain "Please bring me my wine"
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He said 'We haven't had that spirit here since 1969'
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And still those voices are calling from far away
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They livin' it up at the Hotel California
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And she said '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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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 night-man " We are programmed to receive.
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You can checkout any time you like
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