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No one pays attention, when I want attention.
No one hits on me, when I want to be hit on.
No one keeps me laughing, when I want a comedy.
All it ever does is rain on major holidays.
No one looks at fashion the way I look at fashion.
Aint no white Fayva boots, or Aqua Net in my hair.
When I try to call you on the telephone,
Always getting bad reception, I aint even stoned.
(Chorus)
All the clouds come out on Independence Day.
Little boy, dont cry, the wind will blow them all away.
All the clouds come out on Independence Day.