LIVING IT UP IN THE HOTEL CALIFORNIA!
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Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice, and she said
We are just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the masters chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knifes
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to make it back
To the place I was before
“Relax,” said the nightman
“We are programed to receive.”
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
epic guitar solo commences -
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