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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 a shimmering light 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 and I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way there were voices down the corridor thought I heard them say welcome to the hotel california such a lovely place such a lovely face they're living it up at the hotel california any time of year you can find it here