self
’thiscouldbe
heavenorthiscouldbehell’
theupadleandsheshowedmetheway
therewerevoicesdownthecorridor,
ithoughtiheardthemsay...
weletothehotelcalifornia
suchalovelyplace
suchalovelyface
plentyofroomatthehotelcalifornia
anytimeofyear,youfindithere
月黑大漠路迢迢，风高凛冽客思归，
人倦眼乏昏欲睡，闻香忽见灯火碎，
但见有女娉婷立，耳畔钟声如乐起，
天堂地狱两相忘，浑然不似在人间，
秉烛引路过画廊，人声嘈杂迎客至：
加州客栈诚待客，虚位以侯游子回，
hermindistiffany－twisted,shegotthemercedesbends
shegotalotofpretty,prettyboys,thatshecallsfriends
howtheydahecourtyard,sweetsummersweat.
somedaoremember,somedaofet
soicalledupthecaptain,
’pleasebring
memywine’
hesaid,’wehaven’thadthatspiritheresinieensixty
nine’
andstillthosevoicesarecallingfromfaraway,
wakeyouupinthemiddleofthenight
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