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.
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All it ever does is rain on major holidays.
No one looks at fashion the way I look at fashion.
Ain't no white Fayva boots, or Aqua Net in my hair.
When I try to call you on the telephone,
Always getting' bad reception, I ain't even stoned.
[Chorus]
All the clouds come out on Independence Day.
Little boy, don't cry, the wind will blow them all away.
All the clouds come out on Independence Day.
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