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. Her mind is Tiffany-twisted She got the Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember Some dance to forget. So I called up the captain Please, bring me my wine He said We haven't had that spirit here since Nineteen sixty-nine And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say. Mirrors on the ceiling The pink champagne on ice And she said We are all just prisoners here Of our own device And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast. Last thing I remember I was running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before Relax, said the night man We are programmed to receive You can check out any time you like But you can never leave!
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Por el camino del desierto El viento me despeina Sube el aroma de colita Luna, luna de nadie Ella a lo lejos Una luz centela La idea de mi estar Quedar por la noche Alli estaba a la entrada Y las campanas a sonar Y me di con llamarme mismo Que es puerta del cielo Ella enciende una vela En muestra del camino Suenan voces en el corredor Y lo que indican diciend. Ella al lado que brillaba Tenia una Mercedes Rodeada de chicos guapos Ella llamaba amigos. Cuando viene despacio Del tumba de verano Aquel era pa recordar Y otro pa olvidar. Le pedi al capitan Que sirve el vino Y pedi con un amor Tenido este alcohol De este sesenta y nueve Famosa y que llamando Pues me va a despertar La noche para decir. El espejo en el techo Champana en el hielo Y ella dijo somos todos prisioneros De propia voluntad Y en los cuartos principales Hacen sucias esta Hasta aca a la bestia Pero no la logra a matar Mi ultimo recuerdo. Corria hacia la puerta Ver una candela en el camino Por donde habia llegado "Relax" dijo el portero Por mi es honor recibir Puede salir cuando quiere Pero nunca yo partir Bienvenido to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place Bienvenido to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Por el camino del desierto El viento me despeina Sube el aroma de colita Luna, luna de nadie Ella a lo lejos Una luz centela La idea de mi estar Quedar por la noche Alli estaba a la entrada Y las campanas a sonar Y me di con llamarme mismo Que es puerta del cielo Ella enciende una vela En muestra del camino Suenan voces en el corredor Y lo que indican diciend Related. You gotta check out.
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Got cuts on your eyes Preachin' to me, sayin' you sympathize Misunderstanding, I Am alright, it's you that need glasses. Why can't you see That I am ok? You take more drugs than me Chewing your cheek I can't believe you put me in a straight jacket. They tried to put me on Ritalin Visions of calming me down They tried to put me on Ritalin Hopin' I don't make a sound. Maybe I just need to go to California 'Cause I am young, don't wanna die, yet can't afford it Maybe I just need to go to California Swear that when I get old you'll blow all my brains out Swear that when I get old you'll blow all my brains out Blow all my brains out Blow all my brains out.
Also, love how you describe how God has our backs and we can actually act on the notion of things hoped for that are not seen instead of the quaint pseudo idea that all things are known in advance, step by step, and lead to mortal and eternal bliss. I have had more than one girl, who I had definite chemsitry with, who the girl really liked me and we had deep and intense conversations as well as a real physichal connection to. You have to come second right now. Read our FAQ s. Did things right and got married. I don't think we are going to end up being friends but I'll get over that. I don't think we are going to end up being friends but I'll get over that. The Mormon culture has mastered the forked tongue. My husband's simply daily things, like grocery shopping, cooking, waking up with me to make coffee in the morning-are far from unnoticed. Having seen many examples of the disaster it becomes when a member spouse pushes, coerces, ultimatums the non-member spouse into being baptized, I have very assiduously steered clear of those methods from the start.