Lyrics Louis The Child - Fire Looking up, starlight. Take me there, yeah I wanna fly. Want gold, bankroll. Wanna feel the rush to the front row. Paycheck, late again. Barely hanging on to the apartment. Doing it my way. Ain't nothing free 'bout the free way.(fire) But I'm miles off the ground. I'm leaving this whole mad city to burn. And I'll watch it go
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