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“Love of the Common People” is a soulful, shoegaze-infused anthem that celebrates resilience, family, and emotional strength in the face of poverty and hardship. Told through vivid imagery and heartfelt verses, the song follows a working-class family navigating cold nights, empty fridges, and worn-out shoes — yet sustained by love, faith, and togetherness. Each verse paints a portrait of struggle softened by hope, while the chorus lifts into a communal affirmation: love is the fire that keeps them alive. The bridge and reprise deepen the emotional arc, portraying love as the thread that binds patched-up souls and keeps them afloat in a sea of doubt. It’s a tribute to the unbreakable spirit of ordinary people whose wealth lies in connection, not possessions.

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🔹 Lyrics (Clean Version)

(Yeah...)  
Life's thin soles on a cold-old street  
Empty heat  
But love's a coat when the wind runs through  
Wraps me up, holds me to you  
(Yeah...)

Mama's hands keep the day in line  
Two jobs, two prayers, one tired spine  
No paper crown, but a million lines  
Stamped on our skin where the daylight signs  
Dad would laugh through the crooked years  
Say, "Love's the raft when the river clears"  
No shoes, no gold, still we stand tall  
Love's the steady when the shutters fall

It's the love of the common people  
Holding the light when the nights get lethal  
No riches to buy what keeps us alive  
Love is the ember, the reason we survive  
Yeah, the love of the common people  
Uncut, unbowed, nothing equal

Cold tiles, thin walls, neon hums low  
We count the breaths and the small things grow  
No feast for the table, but tongues full of song  
Daddy's lines keep the worn days strong  
Mama's prayers like a soft front door  
They keep the shadows from crossing the floor  
Empty pockets, but our song is sure  
Love finds the lock and it opens pure

It's the love of the common people  
Holding the light when the nights get lethal  
No riches to buy what keeps us alive  
Love is the ember, the reason we survive  
Yeah, the love of the common people  
Uncut, unbowed, nothing equal

We don't drown, we keep pulling up  
On skinny boats with a paper cup  
Broken maps stitched with hands and thread  
Love sews the seams of the lives we’ve led  
No crowns, no thrones — just the fire we keep  
Family lines and the promises we keep

Skinned knees, torn denim, cold palms meet  
But love walks steady on our crooked street  
Silent tears that the night will hide  
Mama says, "Child, we'll be alright"  
Not rich, not famous, but never alone  
Love is the roof, the light, the home  
Through every storm we press and stand  
Calloused hands holding one last band

It's the love of the common people  
Holding the light when the nights get lethal  
No riches to buy what keeps us alive  
Love is the ember, the reason we survive  
Yeah, the love of the common people  
Uncut, unbowed, nothing equal

No gold, no shine, we hold the line  
Hearts on ember, burning through time  
It's the love of the common people  
Nothing stronger, nothing equal

(Yeah...)  
Life's thin soles but we keep the beat  
Love's the rhythm in every street  
Mama's prayer, Daddy's grin  
Love keeps the miles under our skin  
(Yeah...)

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