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When I was dead, I wore a strong perfumeWhen I was dead, I never left the roomAnd I saw the apples hanging, like moments in the orchardBut falling into action; the moment soon is over; no returnsWhen I was dead, I wasn't interested in sexI didn't even care what happened nextI was free as a penny whistle, and silent as the gloveI wasn't me to speak of, just a thousand ancient feelingsThat vanished into nothing; into loveWhen I was dead, somebody took my hand (When I was dead)I couldn't see his face; I took his hand (I couldn't see)And the Devil asked me to supper; he said"Careful with the spoons!"And God said: "Oh, ignore him! I've got all your albums"I said: "Yes, but who's got all the tunes?"When I was deadWhen I was deadWhen I was deadWhen I was dead From Letras Mania