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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair,
A EWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air.
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light,Em F#
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,
A EAnd I was thinking to myself, "This could be heaven and this could be hell."
Then she lit up acandle, and she showed me the way,
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say,G D
"Welcome to the Hotel California,"
Such a lovely place [such a lovely place], such a lovely face.
Plenty ofroom at the Hotel California,
Any time of year [any time of year], you can find it here....