Oh, we're half way there Oh oh, livin' on a prayer Take my hand, we'll make it I swear Oh oh, livin' on a prayer Tommy's got his six string in hock Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk So tough, mmm, it's tough Gina dreams of running away When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers "Baby it's okay, someday" We gotta hold on to what
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