| Air Arizona, are you there
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| Your hair is all, oh, everywhere
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| Can’t see you inside of there
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| Air Arizona, do you care?
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| I’m not going anywhere
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| I’m the heir apparent here
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| I won’t leave, lose my place in line
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| In turn, in time, it’s mine, I’m here
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| Is there a hole in the wall?
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| There’s nothing so buried
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| That won’t come back to us
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| Somehow you can tell us how
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| Air Arizona, does it rain when clouds?
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| Roll in what do they say
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| Paint the painted desert this way
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| Air Arizona, are there days we see sea change?
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| We stay the same exit ramps
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| And interchange
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| I won’t leave lose my place
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| The door, the gate, the interstate, I’m there
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| Is there a hole in the wall?
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| There is nothing so buried
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| You can tell us now |