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Once upon a time |
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Not so long ago |
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Tommy used to work on the docks, union's been on strike |
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He's down on his luck it's tough, so tough |
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Gina works the diner all day, working for her man |
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She brings home her pay 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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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, now he's holding in what he used |
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To make it talk so tough, it's tough |
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Gina dreams of running away, when she cries in the night |
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Tommy whispers baby it's okay, someday |
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We've got to 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, livin' 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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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 |
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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 |
