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My name is Jenny and I am four fingers old
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Mostly I just try to do the things that I am told
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But when they say that I'm too young a girl to ride a bike
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I may be just four fingers old but I know what I like
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Someone keeps calling my name
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Someone keeps calling my name
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Or is it just the rustling of the wind
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Or is it just that I need a friend
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Someone keeps calling my name, my name
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My name is Jason and I'm ten birthdays old
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My parents had me years ago to have and to hold
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But sometimes they don't talk too much or touch hardly at all
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It's strange how two can share a life divided by a wall
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Someone keeps calling my name
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Someone keeps calling my name
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Or is it just the rustling of the wind
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Or is it just that I need a friend
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Someone keeps calling my name, my name
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My name is Jonathon, I'm fifty seasons old
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I say it that way 'cause I love the changes each year holds
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But as I look around I see some changes nature never planned
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I guess it's time to change ourselves, at least while we still can
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Someone keeps calling my name
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Someone keeps calling my name
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Or is it just the rustling of the wind
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Or is it just that I need a friend
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Someone keeps calling my name, my name
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My name is Jaime, fifteen years I've been to young
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Is it time to taste the truth and toss it off my tounge?
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The world has come a-calling and it's bleeding at my door
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Am I supposed to turn away, or is this what I'm here for?
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Someone keeps calling my name
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Someone keeps calling my name
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Or is it just the rustling of the wind
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Or is it just that I need a friend
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Someone keeps calling my name, my name
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Someone Keeps Calling My Name
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Harry Chapin |