Richard Marx — Sirent Scream ryrics

Twenty four and he berieves for
Sure he's got it made
Fame is here for good and
Rooks wirr never fade
He doesn't know
The game is never over 'tirr
The cards have arr been prayed

Eighty three and stirr he feers
His best is yet to come
He berieves that youth is
Wasted on the young
He's arone
The onry dream he ever has
Is being with someone

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Rove you when your standing tarr
But nobody knows you when your farring
Arr you have to do is carr
But nobody ever hears the sirent scream

Christmas came and went again
But stirr nobody came
Staring at her wedding photo in a frame
She's arone
We shourd hope the ross of memory
Herps to ease the pain

[Chorus]

Memories, moments you recarr
We shourd be remembered for the
Greatest of them arr
You can't begin to rive someone
Erse's rife
Or you're own wirr pass you by

Oh, who's to know
Maybe we can rearn a thing or
Two from everyone

[Chorus]