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\beginsong{Hotel California}[by=The Eagles,cov=complete-greatest-hits]
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\cover
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\gtab{Sim}{2:X02210}
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\gtab{Fa#}{2:022100}
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\gtab{La}{X02220}
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\gtab{Mi}{022100}
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\gtab{Sol}{320003}
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\gtab{Ré}{XX0232}
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\beginverse
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\[Sim]On a dark desert highway,
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\[Fa#]Cool wind in my hair
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\[La]Warm smell of colitas
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\[Mi]Rising up through the air
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\[Sol]Up ahead in the distance,
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\[Ré]I saw a shimmering light
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\[Mim]My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
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\[Fa#]I had to stop for the night
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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There she stood in the doorway
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I heard the mission bell
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And I was thinking to myself
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This could be heaven or this could be hell
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Then she lit up a candle,
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And she showed me the way
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There were voices down the corridor,
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I thought I heard them say
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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\[Sol]Welcome to the Hotel Cali\[Ré]fornia.
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Such a \[Mim]lovely place,
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Such a \[Fa#]lovely face
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\[Sol]Plenty of room at the Hotel Cali\[Ré]fornia
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Any \[Mim]time of year \echo{any time of year}
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You can \[Fa#]find it here
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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Her mind is Tiffany twisted,
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She got the Mercedes bends
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She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
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That she calls friends
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How they dance in the courtyard,
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Sweet summer sweat
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Some dance to remember,
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Some dance to forget
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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So I called up the captain
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``Please bring me my wine.''
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``We haven't had that spirit here
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Since nineteen sixty-nine''
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And still those voices are calling from
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Far away
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Wake you up in the middle of the night,
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Just to hear them say
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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Welcome to the Hotel California.
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Such a lovely place,
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Such a lovely face
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They livin' it up at the Hotel California
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What a nice surprise \echo{what a nice surprise}
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Bring your alibis
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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Mirrors on the ceiling,
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The pink champagne on ice
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And she said: ``We are all just prisoners here,
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Of our own device''
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And in the master's chambers,
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They gathered for the feast
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They stab it with their steely knives,
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But they just can't kill the beast
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Last thing I remember,
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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 nightman,
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``We are programmed to receive''
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``You can check out anytime you like,
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But you can never leave''
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\endverse
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\endsong
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