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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 ashimmering light,
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night.Bm F#
There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell,
And I was thinking to myself, "This could be heaven and this could be hell."
G DThen she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way,
There were voices down the corridor, I thoughtI heard them say,
"Welcome to the Hotel California,"
Such a lovely place [such a lovely place], such a lovely face.
G DPlenty of room at the Hotel California,
Any time of year [any time of year], you can...