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Once upon a time ... not so long ago |
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Tommy used to work on the docks |
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Unions been on strike, he's down on his luck |
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Its 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 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 thats a lot |
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For love ... we'll give it a shot |
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We're halfway there |
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Livin' on a prayer |
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Take my hand, and we'll make it, I swear |
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Livin' on a prayer |
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Tommy 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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She cries in the nightime, 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 thats a lot |
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For love ... we'll give it a shot |
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We're halfway there |
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Livin' on a prayer |
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Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear |
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Livin' on a prayer |
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We've got to hold on |
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Ready or not |
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You live for the fight when it's all that you've got |
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We're halfway there |
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Livin' on a prayer |
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Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear |
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Livin' on a prayer ... |
