Once upon a time, not so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks, union's been on strike
He's down on his luck, it's tough, hmm, it's tough
Gina works the diner all day, working for her man
She brings home her pay, for love, hmm, for love
She says, "We gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We got each other, and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot"
Whoa, we're halfway there
Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Whoa, we're halfway there
Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
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 to make it talk
So tough, hmm, it's tough
Gina dreams of running away
She cried in the night, Tommy whispers
"Baby, it's okay someday"
She says, "We gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot"
Whoa, we're halfway there
Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Whoa, we're halfway there
Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer