Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike
He's down on his luck
It's tough, hmm, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man
She brings home her pay
For love, for love
She says, "We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot"
Whoa, we're halfway there
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
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Now Tommy's got his six-string in hock
Now he's holding in
When he used to make it talk
So tough, it's tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers
"Baby, it's okay, someday
We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot
Whoa, we're halfway there
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear (we'll make it, I swear)
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
♪
Whoa, we're halfway there
Whoa-oh, yeah, we're livin' on a prayer
Take my hand (yes, it will), we'll make it, I swear
Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer