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On
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a
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dark
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desert
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highway,
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cool
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wind
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in
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my
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hair
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Warm
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smell
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of
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colitas,
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rising
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up
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through
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the
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air
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Up
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ahead
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in
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the
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distance,
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I
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saw
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a
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shimmering
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light
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My
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head
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grew
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heavy
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and
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my
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sight
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grew
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dim
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I
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had
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to
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stop
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for
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the
|
night
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There
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she
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stood
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in
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|
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the
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doorway;
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I
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heard
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the
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mission
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bell
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And
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I
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was
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thinking
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to
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myself,
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"This
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could
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be
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Heaven
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or
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this
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could
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be
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Hell"
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Then
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she
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lit
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up
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a
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candle
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and
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she
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showed
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me
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the
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way
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There
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were
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voices
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down
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the
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corridor,
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I
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thought
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I
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heard
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them
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say...
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Welcome
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to
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the
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|
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Hotel
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California
|
Such
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a
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lovely
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place
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(Such
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a
|
lovely
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place)
|
Such
|
a
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lovely
|
face
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Plenty
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of
|
room
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at
|
the
|
Hotel
|
California
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Any
|
time
|
of
|
year
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(Any
|
time
|
of
|
year)
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You
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can
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find
|
it
|
here
|
Her
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mind
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is
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Tiffany-twisted,
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she
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got
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the
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Mercedes
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bends
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She
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got
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a
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lot
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of
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pretty,
|
|
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pretty
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boys
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she
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calls
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friends
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How
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they
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dance
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in
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the
|
courtyard,
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sweet
|
summer
|
sweat.
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Some
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dance
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to
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remember,
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some
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dance
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to
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forget
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So
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I
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called
|
up
|
the
|
Captain,
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"Please
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bring
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me
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my
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wine"
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He
|
said,
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"We
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haven't
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had
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that
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spirit
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here
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since
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nineteen
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sixty
|
nine"
|
And
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still
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those
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voices
|
|
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are
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calling
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from
|
far
|
away,
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Wake
|
you
|
up
|
in
|
the
|
middle
|
of
|
the
|
night
|
Just
|
to
|
hear
|
them
|
say...
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Welcome
|
to
|
the
|
Hotel
|
California
|
Such
|
a
|
lovely
|
place
|
(Such
|
a
|
lovely
|
place)
|
Such
|
a
|
lovely
|
face
|
They
|
livin'
|
it
|
up
|
at
|
the
|
Hotel
|
California
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What
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a
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nice
|
surprise
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(what
|
|
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a
|
nice
|
surprise)
|
Bring
|
your
|
alibis
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Mirrors
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on
|
the
|
ceiling,
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The
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pink
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champagne
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on
|
ice
|
And
|
she
|
said
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"We
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are
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all
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just
|
prisoners
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here,
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of
|
our
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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
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steely
|
knives,
|
But
|
they
|
just
|
can't
|
|
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kill
|
the
|
beast
|
Last
|
thing
|
I
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remember,
|
I
|
was
|
Running
|
for
|
the
|
door
|
I
|
had
|
to
|
find
|
the
|
passage
|
back
|
To
|
the
|
place
|
I
|
was
|
before
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"Relax,
|
said
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the
|
night
|
man,
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"We
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are
|
programmed
|
to
|
receive.
|
You
|
can
|
check-out
|
any
|
time
|
you
|
like,
|
But
|
you
|
can
|
never
|
leave!
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