Tommy used to work on the docks

Union's been on strike

Hes down on his luck

It's tough, 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 got to hold on to what we've got

'Cause 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"

Oh, we're half way there

Oh, oh, living on a prayer

Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear

Oh, oh, living on a prayer

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Tommy got his six string in hock

Now, he's holding in what 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 got to hold on to what we've got

'Cause 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"

Oh, we're half way there

Oh, oh, living on a prayer

Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear

Oh, oh, living on a prayer Living on a prayer