Colossus (My Time as a Flour Miller)

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A ghost in the rust belt

Colossus (My Time as a Flour Miller)

In this old town,

In this old town, A shadow of what it should be,

In this old town, A shadow of what it should be, Sleeps a colossus,

In this old town, A shadow of what it should be, Sleeps a colossus, Old, strong, and achy.

On the river it lies,

On the river it lies, Surrounded by mundane

On the river it lies, Surrounded by mundane Small things, small people,

On the river it lies, Surrounded by mundane Small things, small people, And small thoughts.

Inside it groans,

Inside it groans, Machines old

Inside it groans, Machines old And pushed beyond

Inside it groans, Machines old And pushed beyond What they can do.

Ghosts old and new

Ghosts old and new Haunt the halls,

Ghosts old and new Haunt the halls, The narrow spaces,

Ghosts old and new Haunt the halls, The narrow spaces, And dance in the morning dew.

A colossus lives

A colossus lives And a colossus dies,

A colossus lives And a colossus dies, In this old town

A colossus lives And a colossus dies, In this old town Where it cries.

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