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 Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:54 pm
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw 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,
I thought I heard them say...
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 5:48 pm
Welcome to the Hotel California. 3nodding
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