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Hotel California – Level 3

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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,
    I thought I heard them say

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