| Lyrics |
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.
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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