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The Eagles 
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 a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my side grew dim I had to stop for the night. There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell and i was thinking too myself this could be heaven or this could be hell Then she lid up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a loveley place (such a loveley face) Plenty of room at the Hotel California You can find it here any time of year. She is the Tifanny-twisted she's got the Mercedes-Benz and she's got lot of pretty pretty boys that she calls friends. How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remeber 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 are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night just to here them say. Welcome to the Hotel California Such a loveley place (such a loveley face) Living it up at the Hotel California What a nice suprise brings you alabis. Mirrors on the ceiling the pink champagne on ice She said 'We are all just prisoners here of our own device' And in the masters chambers they gathered for feast. The try to stab it with their steele knives but they just can't kill the beast. Last thing I remembered I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before 'Relax' said the nightman We are progammed to recieve. You can check out any time you like but you can never leave' (hinzugefügt von Jürgen Papenkort) |
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