Lyrics
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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, for love, for love
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She says we've gotta hold on to what we've got
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It doesn't make a difference
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if we make it or not
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We've got each other and that's a lot for love
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We'll give it a shot
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Chorus
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Whoa, we're half way there
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Whoa-Oh, livin' on a prayer
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Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
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Whoa-Oh, livin' 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, 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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Chorus
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Whoa, we're half way there
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Whoa-Oh, livin' on a prayer
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Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
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Whoa-Oh, livin' on a prayer
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Lyrics
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We gotta hold on ready or not
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You live for the fight when it's all that you've got
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chorus repeats ...
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E.g. Livin' on a {Prayer}