You live for the fight when that's all that you've got
Woah, you're a loaded gun, yeah
Shot through the heart and you're to blame
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
She says, We've gotta hold on to what we've got
No one can save me, the damage is done
Ooh, we gotta hold on, ready or not
Blood red nails on your fingertips
You promised me heaven, then put me through hell
Paint your smile on your lips
Gina dreams of running away
Tommy's got his six-string in hock
Chains of love got a hold on me
I play my part and you play your game
Gina works the diner all day
When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers "Baby, it's okay," someday
Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye
Once upon a time, not so long ago
Union's been on strike, he's down on his luck
Oh, there's nowhere to run
We got each other, and that's a lot for love
Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk
An angel's smile is what you sell
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
Tommy used to work on the docks
She brings home her pay for love
When passion's a prison, you can't break free
A school boy's dream, you act so shy
Livin' On A Prayer
You Give Love A Bad Name
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