| Tommy used to work on the docks
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| Union’s been on strike, he’s down on his luck
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| It’s tough, so tough
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| Gina works the diner all day
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| Working for her man, she brings home her pay
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| For love, for love
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| She says: We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
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| 'Cause it doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not
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| We’ve got each other and that’s a lot
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| For love, we’ll give it a shot
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| Oh, we’re halfway there
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| Oh, oh, living on a prayer
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| Take my hand, we’ll make it, I swear
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| Oh, oh, living on a prayer
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| Tommy’s got his six string in hock
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| Now he’s holding in what he used to make it talk
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| So tough, it’s tough
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| Gina dreams of running away
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| When she cries in the night Tommy whispers
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| Baby, it’s okay, someday
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| We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
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| 'Cause it doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not
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| We’ve got each other and that’s a lot
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| For love, we’ll give it a shot
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| Oh, we’re halfway there
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| Oh, oh, living on a prayer
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| Take my hand, we’ll make it, I swear
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| Oh, oh, living on a prayer
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| Living on a prayer
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| We’ve got to hold on, ready or not
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| You live for the fight when that’s all that you’ve got
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| Oh, we’re halfway there
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| Oh, oh, living on a prayer
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| Take my hand, we’ll make it, I swear
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| Oh, oh, living on a prayer
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| Oh, halfway there
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| Oh, oh, living on a prayer
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| Take my hand and we’ll make it, I swear
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| Oh, oh, living on a prayer
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| Oh, we’re halfway there
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| Whoah, living on a prayer |