| Once upon a time not so long ago
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| Tommy used to work on the docks
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| Union's been on strike
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| 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,
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| She brings home her pay
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| 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 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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| Whoa, we're half way there
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| Whoa, livin' on a prayer
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| Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
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| Whoa, 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
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| 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
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| Tommy whispers,
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| "Baby, it's okay, someday...
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| ...We've gotta hold on to what we've got.
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| 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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| Whoa, we're half way there
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| Whoa, livin' on a prayer
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| Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
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| Whoa, livin' on a prayer
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| Livin' on a prayer
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| We've 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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| Whoa, we're half way there
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| Whoa, livin' on a prayer
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| Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
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| Whoa, livin' on a prayer
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| Whoa, we're half way there
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| Whoa, livin' on a prayer
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| Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
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| Whoa, livin' on a prayer |