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Musical: Mystery Of Edwin Drood, The
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Puffer: Here to track this man in black am I, With one clue as to the who and why! Datchery: I find myself In this aggravating form and face, Gravitating to this place, Navigating t'wards this case! Puffer & Datchery: I've come to town, my ear at every door, Half the clown, yet crafty at the core. Settling down to settle up the score. A kettle full of fish I'll fry, I'll cook each goose, (to mix a metaphor), and unloose a mighty meteor - I'm settling down to settle up the score Datchery: My mettle will be more than tested! Datchery & Puffer: A debt'll be repaid before I've rested - oh! Datchery: Drood, Puffer: No word, Datchery: What's brewed, Puffer: No grave, Datchery: No tomb... Datchery & Puffer: Who'll say who's done what and why to whom? Datchery: I'm on the scent, I'm inventing everything I am... Puffer: Where's the sacrificial lamb? Datchery: 'Ere in bloody Cloisterham Puffer & Datchery: I've come to town to ask at every door: Did Edwin Drood drown or was he washed ashore? I'm settling down to settle up the score: Red herring on a briny beach! I'll solve this yet As Grand Inquisitor! Make a bet You've met me once before! Make a threat? I only wish you would! I'm settling up the score for good! Back to main page: Mystery Of Edwin Drood, The Lyrics
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