Capo 2

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1. On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair,
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   Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air.
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   Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light.
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   My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night.

   Hm                              F#7 
2. There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell
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   And I was thinkin' to myself: this could be Heaven or this could be Hell.
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   Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way,
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   There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say:
   
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R: Welcome to the Hotel California,
   F#7                                                 Hm
   Such a lovely place, (such a lovely place), such a lovely face.
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   Plenty of room at the Hotel California,
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   Any time of year, (any time of year), you can find it here.

   Hm                           F#7
3. Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz,
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   She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends.
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   How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat,
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   Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.

   Hm                           F#7
4. 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 nineteen sixty-nine."
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   And still those voices are calling from far away
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   Wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say:
   
R: Welcome to the Hotel California,
   Such a lovely place, such a lovely face.
   They livin' it up at the Hotel California,
   What a nice surprise, bring your alibis.
   
   Hm                          F#7
5. Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice an she said:
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   „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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   They stab it with their steely knives but they just can’t kill the beast.

   Hm                      F#7
6. 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 check out any time you like, but you can never leave."
   
R: Welcome to the Hotel California,
   Such a lovely place, (such a lovely place), such a lovely face.
   Plenty of room at the Hotel California,
   Any time of year, (any time of year), you can find it here.
   Welcome to the Hotel California,
   Such a lovely place, such a lovely face.
   They livin' it up at the Hotel California,
   What a nice surprise, bring your alibis.